After the rain
The grass twinkles
Like a field
Of diamonds each
Thick blade
Of grass balances
Crystal orbs like
Christmas trees as
You sit beside
Me your cool
Drinks glass creating
The same cascading
Galaxies as the
Early morning mist
Category: Kindness
LikeYou (to Brandon)
Is it possible
To meet yourself
To find you
In someone else
I talk to
You as easily
As skating across
A Vermont pond
In January I
Watch you like
I watch daffodils
Dance in summer
Breezes listen to
You like a
Priest in confession
Be with me
My love and
Let my fingers
Know you like
My heart does
Bouquet
I am older
And like last
Years bouquet of
Wildflowers I retain
My beauty though
Different my fragrance
Is gone but
The memories of
My gathering still
Blooms and then
One freshly cut
Bud is added
To me making
Me blossom again
Like the first
WoodPecker (to Brandon)
I have knocked
And knocked and
Knocked on the
Door like a
Woodpecker tapping against
A pane of
Glass able to
See in yet
Unable to enter
Until one day
Someone knocked on
Mine telling me
That a window
Is not a
Tree it was
Then that I
Had been understood
And free to
Fly happily then
To a tree
CatCalls
When I think
Of you I
Think of myself
You mirror me
Though different it’s
Like prairie flowers
Recognizing each other
Have you never
Heard the whistles
On fields of
Flowers on warm
July afternoons it’s
Not the wind
But peonies lavender
And daisies catcalling
To each other
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 