Category: Morning

DayBreak

~ Harlan Didrickson

I awoke early

To sit outside

And listen to

The world awaken

First came birdsongs

Then the stirring

Of critters snapping

Twigs car tire

Sounds on pavement

And at long

Last the sun

A quiet time

This morning as

Day starts sleepily

In my town

RiverYouAre

~ Harlan Didrickson

I dip my

Hand into the

River you are

Feel your current

Feel your cold

Then lay languidly

On flat rocks

Sunning myself in

Your smile warming

Lattes (for Bean)

~ Harlan Didrickson

At first you

Were the espresso

Hot slightly bitter

Smooth and small

Now years later

We’ve outgrown that

Now we’re a

Concoction of things

Some silky some

Steamy a dollop

Of this that

Now hangs on

Lips causing laughter

We are now

Our little lattes

Sprinkled with the

Spice we are

Waiting

~ Harlan Didrickson

Like a child

Books in hand

I sit waiting

Tapping and wondering

If I’m forgotten

Like a dog

By the gate

Watching for the

School bus crest

The hill yonder

Hoping it’s soon

Like the driver

Caught running late

In snarly traffic

Watching his watch

Time slipping by

This is me

Rapunzel in tower

Dreaming of that

One thing that

Will rescue me

Not from what

I am but

Will make me

Surely what I

I could be

CharlotteMorn

~ Harlan Didrickson

The aroma wafts

Through my house

Like the sweet

Melodies of music

Teasing me with

Sun its shyness

Begins to break

Beneath sparse clouds

Like the eggs

Now frying white

And yellow as

I stretch like

A lazy cat

Cup in hand

I wait like

A Christmas child

For the presents

Promised this day