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
Category: happines
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
LovePoem#013
Like the first
Pages of a
Novel I struggled
With interest but
Now chapters in
I simply can’t
Put you down
I’m saturated like
A freshly watered
Lawn steeped in
Your moisture growing
Sprouting like a
Field of wildflowers
One day or
Flower prettier than
The next soon
I will finish
Reading this book
That you are
Ready to write
The sequel this
Time with you
PillowMe
I remember the
First time that
Your silence first
Appeared like moon
Light slivering through
Blinds it was
Conjured as your
Head lay upon
My shoulder you
In slumber as
You slept I
Could see the
Angels dancing kissing
Your forehead with
Pleasant dreams then
Knowing that even
When quiet you
Were protected by
Spirits and I
Was your pillow
Lover(s)
I dreamt of
Lovers past and
Present they brought
Me joy like
That first snowfall
In late November
Full of wonderment
And awe like
That first tickling
Ahh upon dipping
Toes in a
Cool Wisconsin lake
And warmth like
That cabin fire
In Vermont after
An afternoon of
Sledding I awoke
Nestled beneath comforters
Knowing that I
Was loved and
In turn loved
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 