“Commute”
Gentle sun through clouds,
mixed with red glowing brake lights.
I’d prefer a train.
Steve D
Gentle sun through clouds,
mixed with red glowing brake lights.
I’d prefer a train.
Steve D
Split the morning watch,
keep two wild boys entertained,
to get better sleep.
Steve D
Sun crests earlier,
greeted by excited smiles.
Please go back to bed.
Steve D
Tread over old ground,
some changed or worn like gnarled roots,
familiar still.
Steve D
Celebration days,
gathered in autumn’s breeze for
love, life, and bubbles.
Steve D
Combined perspective,
singular experience,
form one memory.
Steve D
Sweet meadow flower
to balance bright pine and herbs,
a springtime tonic.
Steve D
Lights and screens turned off,
serene silence envelopes,
relax tired eyes.
Steve D
Back-to-back meetings.
Fussy eaters and sleepers.
Calling it a night.
Steve D
Indecisive gnome,
smushing food, to eat or throw?
It cares not. It throws.
Steve D