And yet there
I said it
Not the fearful
Three words that
Are pre mature
And often lobbed
As blissful thinking
No this word
Means something more
It transcends one
Into something more
Than two it’s
A conjunction of
Sorts it’s us
Category: Recollections
Tree
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
Sky
The blue sky
Is littered with
Fluffy plastic bags
Wisps of bygone
Moisture reminding me
Of my grandmother’s
Hair blowing this
Way and that
Across her bluer
Than blue eyes
Inspiration
What inspires me
Is what my
Heart sings it’s
Passion and compassion
It’s laughter and
Kindness in sight
Of fear it’s
Your reading of
This and wagging
Tails and long
Loving tongues these
Are the things
Which inspire me
Fork
And there came
The fork that
Place where we
Went you me
And not us
Oh I wished
That we could’ve
Been us for
A while longer
For a few
More steps or
Miles or hours
Or maybe days
But now is
When I say
Goodbye to us
And hello to
You
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 