Wisdom does not age
Wisdom comes from empathy
For those who never
Feel will never know
Wisdom rises from seeds
Sown through our lifetimes
Reaped not when harvested
But when quietly listened
Wisdom is the wind
To some it cools
To most it blows
To all it moves
When I kiss you
I want your lips
To open like an
Envelope to my letter
I want them to
Frame my lips like
A piece of art
And drift apart like
Clouds in the sky
When I kiss you
I kiss your soul
On every single path
There’s stones and breadcrumbs
Having been left before
Behind by something other
Always leading never alone
And on we go
Never knowing always wondering
Until finally at last
We eventually get there
Wherever there that is
Only we will know
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
There’s something about fall
That brings such comfort
Brilliant colors and awe
Trees exploding like fireworks
That last for days
Of layers put on
And eventually taken off
Like the armor we
Wear before meeting someone
And the nakedness after
Of once cold drinks
Migrating to warmer ones
While anticipating the holidays
We live in such
A fast world that
Autumn slows down reminding
That change brings beauty
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 