“Mud 2”
Caked-on mud bakes,
limbs sun-cast into bricks – my
earthenware armor.
Steve D
Caked-on mud bakes,
limbs sun-cast into bricks – my
earthenware armor.
Steve D
Air does not settle.
Always moving, it surrounds
and envelops all.
Steve D
Stitch your clouds across
the sky, a billowing quilt
of heavenly down.
Steve D
Golden light dapples
through leaves green and brown, like a
patchwork canopy.
Steve D
Please find me a mug
which can both radiate and
retain its own heat.
Steve D
The river follows
the open path, while the wave
gathers its force.
Steve D
The moment whispers,
a feeling captured like an
imprint on the heart.
Steve D
At times I wonder
if my haikus will one day
be read as proverbs.
Steve D
The flame flickers on,
ever dancing, reaching, yearning
to conquer the dark.
Steve D
To have real focus
is really just the absence
of good distractions.
Steve D