And with each season
Comes it’s own surprises
Awake aware abandon acquiesce
Bud blossom befall bedtime
Curious crave collapse close
Dawn desire descend die
On through the alphabet
No matter the season
Whether it be love
Or life or time
The seasons always march
To an invisible drum
Heard by no one
Yet felt by all
I’m not kidding
Not this time
Don’t kid yourself
Not this time
This doesn’t work
It’s never worked
Not this time
And not before
Or even tomorrow
So why kid
Me or you
Why pretend this
Why pretend that
When all this
And all that
Means absolutely nothing
If we are
Anything at all
It is exactly
That simply that
And finally that
Nothing at all
My dear boy
In the grand
Scheme of things
Little things matter
Most
A gaze a
Wink a smile
A glimmer of
Something or someone
All the invisible
Things that once
Said or seen
Missed or misread
Go away poof
But the only
Thing that remains
Is what spawned
Them all this
Thing called love
Blond
Blue
Short
Play
Drink
Kiss
Ring
House
Lifetime
Happy
Garden
Betrayal
Heartbreak
Distance
Heartache
Memory
Others
Others
Forgive
Not
Forgot
If it had
Been up to
Me I’d never
Had picked you
Not because you’re
Not good enough
But because I’m
Not good enough
But oh when
I saw you
You’re all that
I ever saw
Not just with
My eyes but
With my heart
That’s why I
Want to ask
You this question
Please marry me
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 