Every single beginning starts
With and end of
Some kind avoiding the
End never solves anything
Ends aren’t the problem
Getting there isn’t either
What seems to be
The problem for most
Is accepting the end
You simply cannot avoid
Inevitability it’s part of
The process of life
Such as a bird
Which soars to Heaven
Knows it must eventually
Land in order to fly
The day starts bright
Sunshine skitters through blinds
Coffees aroma rises wafts
Heart fresh from sleeping
Hopes that at last
Today I can push
Aside the cloudy fear
And indecision granting me
Some relief from pain
And perhaps new love
From a new stranger
I’ve yet to meet
Poetry is the language
Of the ancient and
Children minds free to
Wander dream and think
Poetry confuses those middle
Minds taught to follow
For poetry never explains
But simply quietly suggests
Where you might go
What I need now
More than anything else
Is the time to
Settle in for winter
And wait for spring
This is what happens
When love freezes over
And waits for someone
Else to warm it
With wink or nod
Or even a hello
Like a daffodil recognized
Amidst the winter’s garden
Sometimes the deepest
Hole offers the
Most amazing silence
The entire world
Is up there
Scurrying dashing about
But me oh
Me I’m down
Here resting wiping
My brow content
Before I start
Digging even deeper
Certain that I
Will come out
On the other
Side of this
Rather than digging
Yet another hole
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 