Winter trees stand
Naked outside my
Window charcoal fingers
Playing puppet shadows
Against cold gray
December skies that
Hover like parents
Over home work
Never really moving
Nary a breeze
All is still
But me seeing
And you breathing
Here beside me
Category: Morning
SkinnyBranches
Living life out
Here on the
Skinny branches is
Reserved for only
Three types of
People those about
To take flight
Those willing to
Fall and those
Whose songs are
The sweetest and
And heard teetering
The rest huddle
In their nests
Close to home
SkippingStones
We knew almost
Almost immediately that
We knew each
Other before then
When we were
Different but the
Same that somehow
This time we
Remembered then when
Things were exactly
The way today
Skipping stones almost
Always skip before
They dive into
Where they belong
WeCallUs (to Jarvis)
From around a
Blind corner you
Came surprising me
Face to face
We stared and
Stammered and sighed
And sought refuge
Inside of ourselves
Hoping the other
Wouldn’t see and
Then smiles broke
Free exposing us
And our chagrin
To each other
Then we began
Right there something
We call us
LoveDamned
Nights are haunted
By dreams of
Times gone by
Of swimming languidly
In loves sweet
Pools of affection
Remembering smiles summer
Warmth on faces
Are these dreams
Harbingers of hope
Or a dereliction
Of damnation now
I believe hope
For even if
I am damned
I am damned
To tread water
Remembering you forever
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 