Now the love
Comes creeping like
Ivy up a
Brick wall rather
Than the match
Erupting into flame
It’s quiet and
Moves like a
Pond fed by
A brook always
Filled but tranquil
This is love
Now
Month: July 2021
MorningSlow
The day starts
Slowly like growing
Moss on the
Northern face of
A tree slowly
Like a pot
Set to simmer
Like a snowfall
Slow and sleepy
This day starts
Like a child
Awakening from sleep
Drowsy yet excited
By days arrival
PlantMeThere
Living this life
That I have
Created is less
Living and more
Acceptance there’s no
Challenge it’s comfortable
And safe but
Like a potted
Plant I’m only
Capable of growing
So high whereas
On the uncertain
Prairie I can
Grow as high
As the sky
Plant me there
Memories (for Muenster)
The memories that
You bring to
Me are like
Presents wrapped up
In pretty paper
And ribbons cascading
They trip over
Each other like
A long-eared puppy
Causing the rollicking
Laughter of thought
So sweet in
My mind then
On my lips
That I lick
Like a cat
To sweet cream
Change
Change is a
Blessed thing a
Gift from God
Nothing to be
Feared but desired
It’s frightening of
Course but new
Stones upon which
To walk are
Always troublesome step
Out of familiar
And into the
Bright light of
Newness for there
You find happiness
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 