“Sunrise”
Soft hues streak the sky
Water glistens silver-gold
The world is yet hushed
Steve D
Soft hues streak the sky
Water glistens silver-gold
The world is yet hushed
Steve D
Here will I remain
Soon to tower, life renewed
Under sapling elm.
Steve D
The road winds ahead
But together we may go
Hold my hand a while
Steve D
I long for her sway
Enveloped in her eddy
Floating aimlessly
Steve D
They are upon this website like the haze that descends upon a blazing, stuffy afternoon. I’m not sure what it is about the middle of summer that makes any productive activity feel like a slog through knee-deep mud. Continue reading “The Doldrums of Summer Writing”
Dust becomes pollen
Sustenance for the next breath
Spread over her womb
Steve D
Wind comes in whispers,
Carrying her thoughts to me.
Still, I hear little.
Steve D
Editor’s Note: I’m turning Haiku Wednesday into Haiku Sunday… in case you couldn’t tell.
Gazing quietly,
Hearing our ambient sound,
Our souls resonant.
Steve D
Editor’s note: Is Haiku Wednesday a thing? We might have to make this a thing.