Summers end brings
Rain here streets
Slick slither and
Shush as car
Tires roll sounding
Like nannies at
Bedtime heavy grey
Clouds pass like
Soupy sponges overhead
Dripping and scrubbing
The sky all
Is quiet except
For the lone
Barking wet dog
All else is
Green and damp
Except for me
I am dry
And warm like
A piece of
Toast awaiting the
Butter of sunshine
The day appears
Like a sunny
Side up egg
Centered yellow surrounded
By clouds of
White staring down
And hungry I
Wonder how fulfilling
This day might
Be sides of
Early toasted trees
And homes steaming
From their chimneys
It’s is breakfast
Dawn here now
In a diner
Called Charlotte NC
There is but
Two responsibilities that
We have to
Do that is
Be love and
Be you with
Those two simple
Things all else
Is possible and
Will come to
You in abundance
And there above
The tree line
Hangs shadowed streaks
Of angels wings
Fluffy and plump
Remnants of last
Nights heavenly play
Uplit by Saul’s
Slow waking below
The sky shimmers
Like the insides
Of sea shells
Pink and blue
While the shade
Of night rolls
Up far west
Lovers wake with
Kisses and hugs
And morning coffee
Starting this day
Like a slice
Of warm pie
The east glows
An iridescent buttery
Pastry flaky yellow
And disappears into
The gooeyness of
Midnights blueberry filling
Ala mode naturally
With the appearance
Of Saul now
Melting into daylight
Bite after delicious
Bite I too
Become this day
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 