In darkness
Curtains
Billow
Dancing
Cha-cha
Causing
Body
Gooseflesh
Chilled
Pulling
Us
Close
Tickling
Ticklish
Spots
Laughter
Dances
On
Breezes
Mixing
With
Mornings
Birdsong
If only
Every
Morning
Could be
This
Morning
Category: Recollections
True
To be
True
Is a
Wheel
Balanced
Infinitely
Spinning
By
Minimal
Locomotion
So are
We
With
A small
Nudge
We
Soar
And
There
Move
Thus
Propelling
Others
By
Invisible
Wind
Now (to Mark)
We live
In the
Idea
That we
Are
Permanent
But
We are
Simply
Temporary
The only
Task
We are
Charged with
Is
Grabbing
Life
Now
Heart
Remember
One
Does not
Require
Eyesight
To
Possess
Vision
One
Does not
Require
Ears
To
Listen
Or
Hands
To
Touch
One
Merely
Requires
A
Heart
Replied (to You)
Robin’s
Egg
Sky
Blushing
Clouds
Birdsong
Heralds
Daybreak
Lazily
Stretching
Linen
Draped
Dress shirts
Strewn
Trousers
Folded
Shoes
Tucked
Goblets
Dry
Good
Morning
Whispered
Good
Morn
Replied
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 