My dear boy
Please remember that
There’s a difference
Between the what
And the who
The what when
Done enough like
All things grows
Old and weary
But the who
Oh the who
Remains ageless and
Always always new
Category: Curiosity
Darkness
And as is
Usual when the
Dark seems darkest
A hand by
Way of a
Hello reaches out
Simple and innocent
Like the first
Leaf of Autumn
To fall it
Lands softly on
The hand reminding
You that you
Are not alone
It is the
Darkness that is
DripDripDrip
And now we
Are a diminishing
Drip drip drip
After months of
Monsoons after months
Of downpours after
Months of thunder
What remains is
But tiny splashes
In an overflowing
Cistern adding nothing
But more to
Lose maybe to
Water what’s next
October
And today starts
The firework display
Mountains and valleys
Erupting in orange
Bronze and amber
The days saturated
With warmth and
The nights cool
With Autumnal chill
Soon the leaves
Will leap like
Paratroopers spinning and
Landing crunching with
Every step as
The forest floor
Prepares for winter
BriskCharlotte
The morn starts
Chilly like dipping
My hand into
A bag of
Ice scurrying in
With the days
Paper like my
Pup seeking warmth
I grasp my
Cup of coffee
Watching the steam
Rise like sirens
Calling seafarer towards
Rocks I slowly
Sip like children
In Wisconsin lake
Cabins gazing at
Autumn’s exploding color
Enjoying this early
Brisk Charlotte day
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 