“Uphill”
Fingers grasp through gloves,
little boots march, find purchase,
enjoying the climb.
Steve D
Fingers grasp through gloves,
little boots march, find purchase,
enjoying the climb.
Steve D
Eyes above a veil,
tiny windows opening
endless connection.
Steve D
Modest outing fizzled,
only to return in force,
giving second life.
Steve D
Good- for its own sake
and gracious-ness for others’;
love in traded goods.
Steve D
A hundred sparkles
reflected in blue marbles;
Galactic merging.
Steve D
Hanging on the wall
or in the deep winter sky,
a guide for young eyes.
Steve D
Similar premise,
deja vu conversations,
but wholly new world.
Steve D
Test the direction
of the story’s path, listen,
as critique feeds back.
Steve D
Rage just under skin,
simmering, clouding the mind,
now tempered with hope.
Steve D
Writing fits and starts,
a cobbling of narration
in quiet moments.
Steve D