There is something
About the surprise
Of a fresh
Overnight snow fall
Something crisp chilling
And clean something
Just like your
Smile the other
Night upon arrival
It brought newness
To the area
Season of Christmas
Of surprises and
Hope that maybe
Last time will
Be the last
Time that we
Say goodbye and
From now on
A simple series
Of just hellos
Wonderful fresh crisp
And warming hellos
There’s this distant
Sound of sawing
Saws and then
You move and
I’m reminded of
You right here
In my bed
Next to me
And we wrote
Poetry just he
And I for
The first time
In years we
Shared ideas hopes
Dreams and touch
And he wanted
To watch me
Write him poetry
And so he
Arrived onions and
Kidney beans in
Hand he said
Make me chili
And so I
Did and we
Started the cooking
And eventually dined
And shared stories
Triumphs and disappointment
Then there between
Sour cream and
Chives we realized
That one thing
We both loved
And so we
Met and came
Together again not
Like before but
New exposed and
Naked no promises
Simply hope that
Each of us
Will be happy
That’s our blessing
To each other
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 