And finally the
Sun has broken
Through like search
Lights during the
Blitzkrieg illuminating the
Giant green trees
Marching slowly towards
Me each heavy
Step uprooting ground
Cover scattering birds
And bunnies but
Now they stand
In pastoral surrender
Now the sky
Resembles my
Grandfathers beard gray
Wispy with patches
Of orange as
Low sun skittles
Across its cheeks
Blue dodges in
And out like
Balloons in Central
Park bumping into
White here now
Clouds above me
Swirl about like
Soapy suds swirling
Down the kitchen
Sink hawks soar
On invisible winds
High above as
Tall trees stand
Guard like thin
Helmeted soldiers or
Green umbrellas in
Fruity drinks the
Air is thick
With the stereo
Of bird calls
And tweets tickling
From afar as
Charlotte wakes up
What inspires me
Is what my
Heart sings it’s
Passion and compassion
It’s laughter and
Kindness in sight
Of fear it’s
Your reading of
This and wagging
Tails and long
Loving tongues these
Are the things
Which inspire me
And there came
The fork that
Place where we
Went you me
And not us
Oh I wished
That we could’ve
Been us for
A while longer
For a few
More steps or
Miles or hours
Or maybe days
But now is
When I say
Goodbye to us
And hello to
You
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 