This morning I
Sat outside after
The rain suddenly
I felt a
Drop of water
Hit my sleeve
At first perplexed
I looked up
To see nothing
Eventually more drops
Arrived and I
Began to anger
But move I
Did not anger
Turned to acquiescence
Turned to acceptance
That I was
Meant to be
Wet that day
So goes love
So goes life
It is raining
A small puddle
Forms at my
Feet bubbles born
By drops like
Rising bread loaves
From mother’s oven
I imagine a
Marsh with frogs
Leaping as I
Listen to the
Tiny tat tat
Tat of raindrops
And see the
Water collecting on
Grass like a
Thousand distant galaxies
The last of
Night surrounds me
Darkness haunts everything
Sleeps including these
Words trees blend
With sky creating
A blank canvas
Upon which the
Day will draw
Now the sky
Glows with gray
Clouds tinged by
Pink blushing from
Last nights escapades
They hover like
Dust from mother’s
Early morning makeup
Some crimson like
An accused child
Of peeking beneath
Desks as most
Of the sky
Is set ablaze
With God’s glory
The day starts
As a glow
Like a lamp
In a far
Off window getting
Brighter as one
Approaches the blackness
Hums with light
Trees cut-out silhouettes
Stand dark against
The bluing sky
Now an orchestra
Plays mornings melody
Crickets and birds
In soft harmony
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 