“Sore”
Pieces forgotten,
years of memory ignored.
Muscles rebuilding.
Steve D
Pieces forgotten,
years of memory ignored.
Muscles rebuilding.
Steve D
Faint starlight at dusk,
wink in and out of vision,
peripheral light.
Steve D
An era of TV,
over like a phase of life.
More will come, I hope.
Steve D
Life disorganized,
cluttered, too many start points.
Pick one and finish.
Steve D
The stubborn dirt clods
cling to the ground, refusing
to release. Dig in.
Steve D
Faces familiar,
or not, but all are friends here,
a mutual bond.
Steve D

Spring opens chilly,
but the beer garden is filled,
folks drinking the view.
Steve D

Wind streams downriver,
meeting empty salt pads, washed
away clean of the lake.
Steve D
We plan our pit stops
with logic and certainty.
Nugget disagrees.
Steve D


Potent perfume nose
with mellowing citrus notes,
like a spring meadow.
The above is another one of our home infusions: Hendrick’s gin infused with dried rose petals. If you’ve never tasted rose petal-infused liquor, it’s basically just perfume. It’s potent as hell.
So i mellowed it down into a rather tasty cocktail:
Surprisingly, the lemon juice works to cut down some of the perfume taste of the rose petal, and the Triple Sec and cranberry juice add just that little touch of sweetness required to balance the drink. It turned out to be refreshing and smooth.
Are you all enjoying these infusion haiku as much as I am?
Steve D