The night sky
Glows an iridescent
Blue like trout
Swimming in Colorado
Shimmering with the
Evening stars making
The horizon dance
Like the window
At Tiffany an
Orchestra of crickets
Chirp in harmony
As this new
Day slowly quietly
Twinkles to life
Category: Childhood
BeYou
I have found
That in life
Being you the
You that you
Were meant to
Be is less
Scary than being
What you’re not
Celebrate you every
Day because it’s
Your uniqueness that
God breathed into
Your soul on
The special day
You were born
ThisMorning
Cardinals sing from
Bushes and treetops
Calling their forever
Mate that’s bobbing
From line to
Post like a
Telegraph message morning
Hasn’t arrived though
You can see
It’s puffs of
Yellow like a
Steam locomotive just
Beyond the hill
As no more
Than a thousand
Crickets coming off
Third shift wish
A warm goodnight
Alive
In life and
Love we often
Run away from
What we are
And choose what
We are not
Eventually both catch
Up with us
Surrendering we fall
Defeated but just
Until our heart
Takes its first
Full deep breath
At long last
Alive
MorningRain
It is raining
A small puddle
Forms at my
Feet bubbles born
By drops like
Rising bread loaves
From mother’s oven
I imagine a
Marsh with frogs
Leaping as I
Listen to the
Tiny tat tat
Tat of raindrops
And see the
Water collecting on
Grass like a
Thousand distant galaxies
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 