We think that
We feel a
Certain way when
In reality it’s
Just a thought
When you’re blue
Listen to the
Laughter of children
The bark of
A dog smell
A flower and
Hug a tree
These are the
Things of happiness
Not your mind
Category: Morning
Happy
I’m happy for
No reason like
A child is
Happy simply to
Be outside or
Happy simply knowing
That there are
Presents at Christmas
Happy for everyone
Getting one it’s
A blessed feeling
Knowing that the
Angels kissed me
Last night granting
Me my wishes
NewWorld
It’s early and
Like a child
I wipe away
Sleep finally being
Moored to morning
I realize like
An adventurer that
What I dreamed
Is different from
What I see
In dreams I
Remembered you familiar
But now this
New world is
Absent of you
I must conquer
This new land
Alone and discover
Other potential treasures
MorningNow
Clouds skate by
Like swirls of
Icy snow on
November mornings some
Higher are orange
Like a fruit
Stand but mostly
Gray like Eeyore
The trees have
Pallor a boring
Green like house
Paint the temperature
Is perfect if
You’re like a
Summer Rosa tomato
MorningsParfait
The mornings sky
Is heavy with
Cream like my
Mother shaved off
Milk and added
Strawberries for breakfast
Thick with dollops
Of clouds the
Blueest of blueberries
Begins to peak
Through as they
Did when I
Was a child
Not knowing my
Mother buried them
A sweet surprise
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 