“Course”
Winding and babbling
or plunging over rapids,
always flows forward.
Steve D
Winding and babbling
or plunging over rapids,
always flows forward.
Steve D
Selective harvest,
taking only what you need,
and the forest thrives.
Steve D
Afternoon coffee,
neighborhood jaunt, then porch-sit.
Watch the town flow by.
Steve D
Non-stop production,
and then a moment of rest,
and I feel restless.
Steve D
Rethink word placement,
or choice, or phraseology,
to serve the story.
Steve D
Ghost, you call, pointing.
Just a shadow, I explain.
And yet, I wonder.
Steve D
My three-year-old insists on calling any shadow he sees a “ghost”. I’ve tried to correct him a few times, but the more I think about it, the creepier the idea is. So I hope you all are equally creeped out. You’re welcome. *laughs in Halloween*
Wake up with morning,
steaming energy, then shift
to numbing tonic.
Steve D
Unrelenting force
sweeping hair and crying gulls,
full of salt and bluster.
Steve D
Undercurrent bass,
low roars and rattling sighs,
a layered chorus.
Steve D
Eyes trace the tree line,
blink for a new horizon.
Climb, reach, gaze, again.
Steve D