Day is glowing
Low on horizon
Like eyes still
Sleepy from dreams
The sky resembles
Pictures from space
An orb of
Blue with wisps
Of white gray
And orange I
Feel like a
Child spying his
First earth wondering
What life holds
Way out there
My favorite time
When my world
Next to me
Still sleeps knowing
That he will
Awaken soon just
Like the heavens
If I give
Love expect it
To arrive without
A return address
If it doesn’t
Fall upon you
It shall fall
Upon another needing
It but please
Know that it’s
Addressed to you
And then right
There with steam
Flowing from ears
Like a kettle
On the boil
You made me
Laugh and what
Started as heat
Turned to the
Sweet steeped tea
Of just us
I’m told that
I write often
About love for
Me love is
Like the wind
Invisible and moving
It makes leaves
Fall in fall
Snow blow to
Drifts in winter
Cools in summer
And brings rain
In spring and
Like wind if
We had not
Love we all
Would be simply
A desolate shriveled
Dry place lacking
Beauty and life
And sometimes in
Life you are
Lucky enough to
Meet someone so
Fresh and new
That they tickle
You like a
Fresh overnight snowfall
That you awaken
To on crisp
Chilly early morns
Glistening in sunlight
Sparkling like a
Sea of white
Diamonds and perhaps
A few light
Paw prints reminding
You that indeed
While newly fallen
They still remain
New to you
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 