I’m told that
I write often
About love for
Me love is
Like the wind
Invisible and moving
It makes leaves
Fall in fall
Snow blow to
Drifts in winter
Cools in summer
And brings rain
In spring and
Like wind if
We had not
Love we all
Would be simply
A desolate shriveled
Dry place lacking
Beauty and life
I don’t love
In order to
Be loved I
Love to love
And once even
If we stop
Loving I will
Always love simply
Because you are
Now in my
Heart and it’s
There that you
Shall forever stay
Even inside I
Can tell fall
Is coming not
By color but
By wind licking
Trees and grass
Soon leaves will
Leap like tiny
Spinning parachutes landing
And carpeting everything
Under foot calico
Fleeing from chills
To warming fires
We will huddle
And remember summer
I do enjoy
Beauty is there
Nothing more beautiful
Than a field
Of wild flowers
Fresh and plump
Fully sunned and
Damp with dew
Except perhaps for
That dried bouquet
Kept for years
Simply because with
It comes my
Memories of you
And it’s you
That is my
Most beautiful thing
We met when
You were but
A prince I
Taught you honor
Trust chivalry horses
Compassion armor and
Armaments protection love
And soon when
I’m gone it
Will be your
Turn to be
Like a king
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 