If I give
Love expect it
To arrive without
A return address
If it doesn’t
Fall upon you
It shall fall
Upon another needing
It but please
Know that it’s
Addressed to you
Category: Morning
Tea (to boo)
And then right
There with steam
Flowing from ears
Like a kettle
On the boil
You made me
Laugh and what
Started as heat
Turned to the
Sweet steeped tea
Of just us
WindLove (for David)
I’m told that
I write often
About love for
Me love is
Like the wind
Invisible and moving
It makes leaves
Fall in fall
Snow blow to
Drifts in winter
Cools in summer
And brings rain
In spring and
Like wind if
We had not
Love we all
Would be simply
A desolate shriveled
Dry place lacking
Beauty and life
FreshSnow (for Myles)
And sometimes in
Life you are
Lucky enough to
Meet someone so
Fresh and new
That they tickle
You like a
Fresh overnight snowfall
That you awaken
To on crisp
Chilly early morns
Glistening in sunlight
Sparkling like a
Sea of white
Diamonds and perhaps
A few light
Paw prints reminding
You that indeed
While newly fallen
They still remain
New to you
RememberSummer
Even inside I
Can tell fall
Is coming not
By color but
By wind licking
Trees and grass
Soon leaves will
Leap like tiny
Spinning parachutes landing
And carpeting everything
Under foot calico
Fleeing from chills
To warming fires
We will huddle
And remember summer
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 