And often when I
am stumbling through dark
and even knowing where
I cannot find what
the where is unimportant
the what less so
what is most often
is that I do
for when I stop
searching is when I
know that I fail
so I don’t worry
about where or what
but that I consistently
do to ever find
Category: Affection
Trees
I wonder if
the trees remember
I wonder if
they ever think
now where’d they
go that they
haven’t been back
whether it’s leaves
or lovers beneath
I wonder if
when I look
upon the trees
if they remember
for I do
I most certainly
do remember them
such are trees
LetMeThisOnce
Let me paint you
draw you with words
as I remember you
not as you are
a long elegant plank
of deep rich ebony
found deep within tree
hiding there behind others
blemished of course front
and back with two
ivory burls that almost
blink as sun catches
and a velvety hand
which all but cascades
like the rain itself
into the deep pools
of your darkened hips
and what’s found there
disappears into cloudy blackness
but what I remember
most is the warmth
whilst I lay upon
as though your timber
absorbed the sun itself
ImagineAutumn
I imagine you
and us here
having once been
you and us
here well maybe
I imagine many
things such as
an eternal Autumn
one whose colors
last forever whose
chill begs warmth
whose naked limbs
once leaf clothed
now pleads embrace
I imagine many
things including you
and your leaves
and me falling
FlowersWoods
Why are some
like picking flowers
while others are
like sawing wood
flowers are delicate
and plucked easily
arranged lovingly and
slowly turned here
and turned there
always finding sun
wood is hard
and knotted causing
stops and starts
wood is heavy
and weighty dirty
difficult definitely challenging
when we’re younger
we pick flowers
learning they die
but wood oh
wood once fallen
discovers its beauty
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 