Twilight afternoon,
gray skies drift to midnight blue,
sunlight seeped away.
Chill seeps through layers,
frosted breaths seek out embers,
glowing in the dark.
Orange glow reaches,
catching with fiery hands,
to stave off the night.
Staves crackle alight,
warmth emanates, embraces,
cozy winter night.
Steve D
Author’s Note: It has been quite a while since I’ve written any poetry other than a haiku. It felt appropriate to honor the winter solstice.
A piece of the pie,
a space in a crowded bed,
or sometimes, a cold.
Steve D
Whispers of cold air
seeping through tiny fissures,
stealing warmth away.
Steve D
Bundled up to hike,
singing and watching the woods.
Then the cold seeped in.
Steve D
A bug in the throat,
a tickle, until it spreads
like a sickly web.
Hope you enjoyed the haiku. Apologies for the short post. I had wanted to write my end-of-year Numberbrag, but that will have to wait.
My laptop appears to be on its way out after 10 good years. The battery (with which I replaced the first battery) is not functioning well, and I’m still not able to turn the computer on at this point.
I’m shopping around for a new home desktop, but in the meantime, I’ll have to use my wife’s laptop.
I also came down with a cold last night, and I’m trying not to get my son sick. He’ll probably be fine, but only he’s four months old. So I will be washing my hands compulsively for the rest of the week.
Steve D
Icy aromas
sting the nostrils and bare skin
and hands flare purple.
Steve D
The foremost reason
I drink coffee at my desk
is to warm my hands
Steve D
Bare branches splay out
Grasping for her warm breath, like
Skeleton fingers.
Steve D
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