We are to
Each other like
The ones you
Dream about until
You actually hold
One we are
Like half book-ends
Finally coming together
Absent of books
Different in color
And size yet
Still paired because
We know what
We truly are
Things that keep
The other things
Now each other
Standing upright strong
The sky is
Marbled this morning
Like a fatty
Steak or Piazza
Flooring streaked with
White showing age
Large god like
Foot prints dig
Heavily into its
Blanket of grayness
Like lumbering giants
Wobbling home from
The bar morning
Sun is only
Seen through slits
Like a lone
Lamp through blinds
I think while
Sipping black coffee
Watching steam rise
Off the pond
Like waiting locomotives
Autumn has arrived
In the south
Bringing crispness like
That very first
Very sweet crack
Of an apple
And during a
Walk through a
Thorny thicket i
Spied a bush
Dangling luscious blackberries
Plump to the
Touch ripe and
Sweet I sat
Upon a stump
And dined one
After the other
So many times
In fact that
I finally knew
That it was
You that I
Dared the forest
Only to find
Fall signals the
End of summer
Exploding in color
Leaves sun succulent
Finally release summers
Sunny long days
I have learned
That the end
Of things is
Never the end
But new beginnings
Don’t fear the
Fall but celebrate
Both warm memories
Of languid lazy
Days and what
We might be
Next time around
Day is glowing
Low on horizon
Like eyes still
Sleepy from dreams
The sky resembles
Pictures from space
An orb of
Blue with wisps
Of white gray
And orange I
Feel like a
Child spying his
First earth wondering
What life holds
Way out there
My favorite time
When my world
Next to me
Still sleeps knowing
That he will
Awaken soon just
Like the heavens
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 