“Bones”
A soft white gleaming
among leafy forest floor,
gentle reclaiming.
Steve D
A soft white gleaming
among leafy forest floor,
gentle reclaiming.
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Darkened timber creaks,
sharp scuffles on gravel path,
eerie midnight walk.
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Wood fire smoke tingles,
mingled forest detritus,
lively icy breeze.
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Inspired by Merriam-Webster’s word of the day.
Tiny seed tumbles,
buried in forest debris,
then towers above.
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Sandy dune beaches,
towering fir, pine, maple,
a strange wilderness.
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Clear forest vista,
Chorus of chainsaws and chops,
and family time.
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Selective harvest,
taking only what you need,
and the forest thrives.
Steve D
I already don’t like that strained analogy of a title, but we’re going with it unless I can think of something better. The writing part of my brain pretty reliably ebbs and flows between two points. Sometimes, all I can think about is the story in front of me and how I can bring it to fruition. Other times, all I can think of is all the stories except the one immediately in front of me.
I’ve been pretty heads-down on part 2 of The Herb Witch Tales the last few weeks, but recently, my mindset and thought process has started to shift. This is a natural phase for me, but it’s helped me come to a bigger realization about my writing. I need to focus more on the stories themselves. Continue reading “Seeing the Story Trees for the World-Building Forest”
Refreshing, earthy,
like cold nights, a fire-warmed hearth
from one aroma.
Steve D
Not merely a yard,
a secluded wilderness
of unbounded dreams.
The house I grew up in, where my pup Teddy loved to run around in the backyard, has been sold. I took him there on Friday to have one final romp through his favorite squirrel-hunting grounds.
Steve D