There’s something about fall
That brings such comfort
Brilliant colors and awe
Trees exploding like fireworks
That last for days
Of layers put on
And eventually taken off
Like the armor we
Wear before meeting someone
And the nakedness after
Of once cold drinks
Migrating to warmer ones
While anticipating the holidays
We live in such
A fast world that
Autumn slows down reminding
That change brings beauty
Things often exist long
Before someone calls them
Anything these things go
About doing but only
Be when someone say
Hey look at that
Calling something a name
Never makes it so
It makes it recognizable
Should it happen again
Before that it’s still
As a poet I
Often wonder as I
Wander about my business
If I like dinosaurs
Know or ever knew
That I or mine
Will one day be
Extinct that one day
And maybe this day
We will no longer
Write or roam leaving
Others to wander wondering
Where’d they all go
Sex is an expression
Whether it be noun
Or verb it identifies
Someone as something or
Carnal desire as action
Love is a color
An aura which surrounds
And beams which embraces
Or leaves like Autumn
Sex is the fall
Love is the orange
And yellow and red
And like a willow
Or a river birch
I found my self
Rooted and simply standing
Often and at times
Victim of the wind
Which wound and weaved
Through the years limbs
And every so often
Men would stumble upon
Me in search of the
The river in which
They swam I drank
Throwing off their clothes
And splashing and diving
In and beneath me
The river their baptism
And me their comfort
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 