And now comes
Pet words terms
Of endearment silly
Little phrases and
Coos like morning
Doves sitting on
A high wire
We utter these
Things setting us
Apart from others
Like precious baubles
Kept in sacred
Worn cigar boxes
Category: Morning
MorningHere
All is quiet
Except for the
Growls and yowls
Of planes overhead
Sounding like alley
Cats on full
Moon lit nights
The greens of
Mid summer lay
Before me in
Shades of turquoise
Emerald and moss
Like a jewelers
Table filled with
Precious stones as
The steam rises
From my cup
Charmed like a
Slithering coiling snake
GoodMorningSweetheart (to Brandon)
I sit knowing
That you’re asleep
Curled like an
Infant under sheets
Dreaming of things
Even possibly me
Awaken to words
That dance like
Ballerinas across stage
Knowing that you’re
Here with me
And my coffee
Good morning sweetheart
PresentYou
And like origami
We started flat
And two dimensional
Then with our
Hands we have
Been fashioned into
Something beautiful like
Diamonds in mountains
We have discovered each
Other amidst boulders
And finally have
What we’ve always
Wanted for Christmas
MorningHere
The morning starts
Ghoulish with clouds
Hanging low like
A million spider
Webs everything is
Hazy like eyeglasses
Steamed from sipping
Hot coffee the
Air is heavy
With moisture like
The inside of
A dry cleaner
As bird song
Is muffled by
This heavy coat
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 