Here I stand
coffee in hand
gazing at the
early morning moon
up there cold
and all alone
like me now
are we siblings
you the older
sister and me
the baby brother
what wisdom do
you have say
I will listen
for you have
been around this
world far more
times and seen
far more things
than I have
what say you
as I thought
nothing but goodbye
see you tomorrow
Category: Morning
GenerallyTrees
I have noticed
that the leaves
farther from the
trunk of trees
do turn first
like I imagine
soldiers do too
those on the
front lines feeling
first the change
those further back
hold on longer
not only loyal
but also wiser
very few leaves
ever become trees
and very few
soldiers become generals
Broken
Sitting here thinking
more like recalling
how I traced
your lips with
my fingers up
and down and
all around watching
your eyes smile
it was quiet
then as you
turned away shyly
and me asking
is something wrong
after a moment
you turned back
it was then
when your lips
said what your
eyes just did
it was then
right then when
we both knew
that this new
day had broken
ParisMorning
There’s this one
song which reminds
me of you
you and me
when in Paris
on a cold
morning pulled together
just enough money
to buy just
one espresso and
one chocolate croissant
and we shared
both of them
huddled closely together
next to the
Seine and under
that one tiny
red striped awning
naming the place
but like the
song and place
I cannot remember
their names but
who and what
and where then
I’ll always remember
that soggy simple
silly Paris morning
MorningStorm
Imagine if you will
we were laying together
here in my bed
listening to Satie or
Bach and against my
window we hear the
tap tapping of rain
as you turn to
me and I dot
and dash the same
code on your chest
my fingers becoming rain
and your body land
would you move closer
to the storm of
me or pull away
oh I think you
would inch inch inch
nearer and your laughter
would roll from your
lips like thunder claps
heralding love’s morning storm
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 