And there I
Found you in
The forest glen
Standing tall majestic
Tree limbs spread
Like many arms
Cut you down
I did and
Made you mine
Decorated you with
Memories and small
Star like lights
Sang to you
Surrounded you with
Gifts tied in
Pretty colors and
Then after the
Season I undressed
You and left
You curbside why
Do I waste
Such beauty on
My own folly
Oh in love
I’m a child
On his first
Bike all wobbly
Steadied by another
Eventually pushed glide
For a bit
Then fall skinning
Hearts and elbows
I try again
Remembering the feeling
Of flying and
Fall many times
Eventually I will
Ride with freedom
Protecting my elbows
And my heart
And like my
First bike you
Make me weeeeee
And ahhhhhh as
We roll down
The street like
My first Christmas
The gift that
You are makes
Me wonder what
Marvelousness lies within
Like spring you
Blossom and like
Summer you warm
And like Autumn
I did fall
I am but
One blossom in
A field of
Wildflowers one
Tree in a
Wood one snowflake
In a blizzard
And one raindrop
In a downpour
The difference is
That I’m the
Flower in your
Vase the shade
In which you
Sit the flake
Caught on tongue
And the drop
That landed softly
On your lips
And like a
Child on his
First bicycle free
Of feet I
Fly wind in
Hair adventure in
Heart I ride
Down my street
And now turn
The corner and
Down the lane
Finally growing up
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 