If I do
it’s only to
share what I’ve
become the things
that I’ve found
and not the
the things forgotten
for those things
no longer make
or matter except
as a natter
of long ago
battles and wars
but maybe the
scars of skirmishes
seen and counted
in dim light
after or before
and then tales
of long ago
told around the
campfire of passion
Category: Love
Mountain
New ivory blanket
lays folded flat
at beds end
patiently awaiting use
chilled feet and
cool legs seek
its warm comfort
in the outside
chilly June morning
mountain coffee time
big enough for
two to cuddle
June
Already the
machine moans
squeaky clean
and soon
to tumble
the kettle
filled begins
to boil
and beep
the snare
of slippers
shuffle across
hardwood floors
and cabinet
doors creak
such are
standard sounds
of early
dawn days
of June
Bench
Seek and ye
shall find go
forth and conquer
but what about
us who prefer
to sit on
a bench and
watch the sunset
or children play
or listen to
the song of
laughter from faraway
Blessed
My one hope
for all those
who’ve left my
side is that
they each will
find their own
brand of peace
and happiness and
if they don’t
then at least
they will continue
to find courage
to persist their
pursuit of it
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 