Night time dreams
Haunt me with
Mystery like long
Overdue expected letters
Their news past
They ring nothing
But sad memory
And confusion like
Sediment that settles
Back to riverbeds
After fly fishermen
Clumsily stir up
Nightmares are selfish
Bedfellows robbing rather
Than bringing rest
I’ve done foolish
Things but I
Am no fool
Love does this
To us it
Makes us behave
In ways that
Are followed by
Chagrin and blushing
Like the early
Evening sun’s crimson
Rays as it
Says good night
To the moon
Spring has once
Again returned here
Trees are popping
April buds like
Crackers at Christmas
And Daffodils Tulips
And early Daisies
Dance in yards
Like robed choir
Singers at Baptist
Sunday church service
Irises and Peonies
Begin to yawn
With short stalks
Of leafy green
Like barren flagpoles
Saul is bashfully
Warm like the
Blushing cheeks of
Teenagers at their
First mixed dance
This is today
Here in Charlotte
And they found
The stone turned
And the tomb
Empty and they
Knew that He
Had risen and
Saved us all
From our sins
Happy Easter everyone
And just when
Absence made me
Sink in you
Jumped trying to
Save me with
Wit and charm
Taking hold of
Me and the
Buoyancy of feelings
You steered me
To safety for
That I won’t
Forget my own
Younger life guard
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 