The day starts
Slowly like growing
Moss on the
Northern face of
A tree slowly
Like a pot
Set to simmer
Like a snowfall
Slow and sleepy
This day starts
Like a child
Awakening from sleep
Drowsy yet excited
By days arrival
Category: Morning
HopeFull
Hope springs from
The mountain of
Faith it is
A cold brook
With clear water
Dip your hand
Into it when
Feeling despair and
Let it quench
Your thirst for
All the possibilities
Tell your friends
That you have
Your happy place
NightRain
The rain came
At night like
Dripping ghouls and
Goblins saturating everything
In a moist
Blanket some falling
Still I wait
Patiently like a
Bumblebee for the
First shaft of
The drying sunshine
OverAgain
Friends and lovers
Have shed like
The peeling of
Paint from weathered
Prairie barns fallen
The leaves of
Autumn or the
Coats of dogs
All gone now
I stare at
New beginnings like
Squinting at the
Sun after dark
Clouds passed by
Dawn
The sky begins
To glow like
A child’s face
Spying upon presents
Early morning stars
Begin to disappear
Like Autumnal leaves
Leaving the trees
Barren ready for
Winter cars zoom
By with workers
Off to jobs
Like paper boys
Delivering the daily
News this early
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 