Asleep you are
An ebony cat
Curled beneath dove
Gray linen which
Has twisted itself
Around you like
Silver crawling Ivy
I’ve excused myself
For coffee and
Words letting you
Sleep once I’ve
Expressed myself I
Shall crawl beside
You wrapping myself
Around like philo
Dough creating a
Puff pastry with
You as the
Creamy chocolate filling
The early morning
Sun dabs the
House across the
Street yellow like
I did when
Mustard covered your
Chin spreading sunshine
Like dandelions held
Under your chin
A cardinal roosts
Proudly in tall
Pines looking like
Christmas calling to
His mate come
Here and kiss
Me there’s beauty
Here as crickets
Sing their last
Opus before the
Intermission of daybreak
The day starts
Warm like my
Mother’s kitchen after
Cooking the skies
Like a gray
Woolen overcoat patched
With red thread
The trees green
Fade into black
As emerald lawns
Await the pups
Footprints all is
Quiet except for
The nervous bark
Of a small
Dog alerting the
Owner like a
Doorbell as my
Coffee steams and
Warms this morning
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
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
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 