I’ve done foolish
Things but I
Am no fool
Love does this
To us it
Makes us behave
In ways that
Are followed by
Chagrin and blushing
Like the early
Evening sun’s crimson
Rays as it
Says good night
To the moon
Category: Kindness
CharlotteApril
Spring has once
Again returned here
Trees are popping
April buds like
Crackers at Christmas
And Daffodils Tulips
And early Daisies
Dance in yards
Like robed choir
Singers at Baptist
Sunday church service
Irises and Peonies
Begin to yawn
With short stalks
Of leafy green
Like barren flagpoles
Saul is bashfully
Warm like the
Blushing cheeks of
Teenagers at their
First mixed dance
This is today
Here in Charlotte
Easter
And they found
The stone turned
And the tomb
Empty and they
Knew that He
Had risen and
Saved us all
From our sins
Happy Easter everyone
PrarieFlower
I sometimes feel
Like a prairie
Flower in the
Hands of a
Forlorn lover plucking
My petals in
Pursuit of love
As though my
Own beauty is
Forgotten in lieu
Of theirs does
He not see
Me my prettiness
Instead I’m simply
A thing found
Faraway upon which
To bemoan and
After used far
Uglier than when
This first began
MusicLove
They say that
Classical music resonates
Within our bodies
It’s melody is
Tuned to ours
Just like love
It’s harmony or
Thunderous crescendos and
Rests its syncopation
And heartbeats drum
Within each of
Us listen to
The simple song
Of love for
It too resonates
Deep with us
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 