Fall is like poetry
Leaves are like words
They start like shade
Under which to hide
Then move and shimmer
Swooshing their own melodies
Turning slowly into something
Else like whispered affection
Bursting with colorful meanings
And slowly dropping dancing
Twirling and landing bringing
Joy and kicking crackles
Oh how I do
Love poetry and fall
And here especially here
My favorite season entered
Quietly and without fanfare
Like a lover climbing
Clandestinely into my bed
And snuggling up close
Landing whispering kisses onto
Drowsy lips with promises
Of magnificent things to
Come Happy Autumn all
It wasn’t like I
Thought that it’d be
Much less than fanfare
More like gaining weight
Rather than it thundering
It just quietly called
A hey you there
Not you yeah you
Want to be mine
And finally finally after
The fear of not
Of maybe never forever
You picked me to
Be on your team
I knew a leaf
Once a magnificent leaf
I watched him bud
And yawn and shiver
On my favorite tree
He whistled in spring
And sunned in summer
He took great pride
In keeping raindrops off
Of hiding children beneath
But then Autumn came
And he grew tired
He lost his looks
And his boyish verve
One day while walking
I heard him ask
What’s happening to me
I looked up saying
It’s time to go
But you’ll be back
In the hearts of
Those who remember you
It’s hard to admit
That you are old
Done chasing and ready
To sit and remember
The first things to
Float are those hoped
Forgotten that sting bite
And buzz about obnoxiously
Next the lily pads
Tethered to something deeper
But seeing their beauty
As they open up
And finally clear water
Which is nothing actually
Actually it is nothing
Which are my fondest
Peaceful memories of all
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 