“Sliver”
Waxing to midnight,
a silver eyelash dangling
before winking out.
Steve D
Waxing to midnight,
a silver eyelash dangling
before winking out.
Steve D
Cheeks and nose redden
as freezing wind rushes by,
spraying snow and ice.
Steve D
Words slice and shiver,
icicle whispers to chill
a heated ego.
Steve D
The tic of a clock,
perhaps arbitrary, but
a sign of what’s next.
Steve D
A night of waiting,
childlike anticipation
for a new sunrise.
Steve D
Icy aromas
sting the nostrils and bare skin
and hands flare purple.
Steve D
Thoughts fly in at the
speed of Internet. I need
spreadsheets for my mind.
Steve D
The fine company,
a symphony of clinking,
a love-filled kitchen.
Steve D
A People are bound
not by land and borders, but
by spirit and heart.
Steve D
One cannot lead well
without treading the path that
others fear to dream.
Steve D