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
Category: Morning
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
Wandering
Unable to sleep
I wander through
The darkness wondering
Like a child
Lost far from
Home what this
Day will bring
Faeries or monsters
On I plod
Uncertain of steps
But knowing that
Each on brings
Me closer to
The place that
I call home
Goldfish
The day awakens
And like little
Ants people begin
To scurry about
Most just walking
A few running
But me I
Drink my coffee
And observe the
World around me
Like a goldfish
In a bowl
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 