The day starts
Slowly like an
Awakening cat all
Stretches and meows
The good news
Came early with
A phone call
Now happiness prevents
Sleep and it’s
Too early to
Shout my glee
From the rooftops
Category: Morning
MorningHere
Low sun casts
Long shadows on
Fields of clover
It pops like
Buttery popcorn this
Sun turning the
Trees into freshly
Washed stalks of
Broccoli or large
Parissols staving off
The sun from
Delicate roots behind
Clouds now the
Bashful shadows shimmy
Up tree trunks
Leaving a dusty
Remnant quietly behind
InLoveWithBirds
And finally my
Bird friends awakened
Singing their melodies
In harmony as
They fly weave
And bounce from
Shrub to fence
To tree to
Shrub woodpeckers tap
Morse code off
In the distance
As ducks waddle
And quack at
The edge of
The pond oh
If only you
Could hear this
Symphony you’d fall
In love with
These birds as
I already have
BlanketAndTea
This morning’s sky
Wears ear muffs
Everything is grayed
By cloudy voices
There is no
Definition as though
You’re peering into
A mucky pond
High above you
Even the tall
Trees have taken
On black pallor
As though they
Tarnished quickly overnight
Perhaps if sun
Can burn through
We will have
A happy day
If not it’s
Time for a
Blanket and tea
EarlySun
The first chance
Of feeling today’s
Sun belongs to
The tallest of
Tall trees here
Just now their
Canopies are squinting
In early day
These tall trees
Stand head and
Shoulders above others
Like gangly taller-than-mates
Eighth graders in
Class photos the
Dawn sun moves
Across these trees
Like a slow
Yellow caterpillar across
The leaves of
It’s lunch eventually
Scorching everything with
The noon heat
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 