It’s not all
The leaves that
Turn in fall
It’s the first
That catch my
Eye for they
Herald the change
For me that’s
You that first
Blaze of color
In a sea
Of green catching
All of my
Attention like wafts
Of honeysuckle lavender
In summer or
A quiet wink
Or the surprise
Over the shoulder
Glance and stare
Today life is
Showered in sheets
Of gray linen
From clothes lines
Snap and billow
High above me
Far off kisses
Land silently on
Perfumed paper and
Texts yearning desire
And longing ache
As this morning
Starts cool here
Missing you again
At the very
First crack of
Light on the
East like a
Lamp seen on
The floor beneath
The door morning
Starts here with
The sweet delicate
Sounds of birdsongs
Much like you
Start next to
Me opening one
Eye halfway letting
Me see you
Sleepily bathed in
Quiet morning newness
And finally when
At last you’re
Finished and think
Of yourself as
Blissfully single a
Dense fog rolls
In from the
Cape catching you
Dancing upon cliffs
Spinning and shining
Your self-loving heart
In all directions
Attracting ships freighters
Frigates and moths
Lonely and desperate
Out at sea
And right then
When you thought
Just maybe that
What you felt
Might be true
Who ever it
Is and so
You changed accepted
Redacted and ignored
All bells and
Whistles warning you
To be careful
Running and jumping
Off the pier
Fear behind you
Until you hit
The icy cold
Bold frozen water
Realizing too late
That chilly people
Cripple warm hearts
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 