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
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
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
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 