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
You kiss me
Each time like
It’s the last
Yet like summer
Follows spring tenderness
Turns to heat
Like a warm
Towel after cool
Baths and like
Butter melting on
Warm bread your
Kisses come surprisingly
Like rain showers
In Honolulu sunshine
Bathed yet cooling
Tender and sweet
Like buttery croissants
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
I don’t love
In order to
Be loved I
Love to love
And once even
If we stop
Loving I will
Always love simply
Because you are
Now in my
Heart and it’s
There that you
Shall forever stay
Love tends to
Show up around
A blind corner
A dish that
You weren’t craving
Until you tasted
It’s like a
Season out of
Sequence spring following
Autumn a surprise
Party for no
Reason a smile
You’ve seen hundreds
Of times before
But this one
Twinkled like a
Far off star
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 