“Brisk”
Bundled up to hike,
singing and watching the woods.
Then the cold seeped in.
Steve D
Tag: poem
Haiku Sunday – Hug
“Hug”
Mighty little arms
cling, squeeze, while feet kick in joy —
giggle eruption!
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Redo
“Redo”
Ask the wrong questions,
receive incomplete answers.
Can we start over?
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Force
“Force”
Dark matters, light years,
unending expanse that must
be bound by something.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Explore
“Explore”
New toys, contraptions,
new faces, hugs, and places,
an endless delight.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Ember
“Ember”
Thousand little lights
pulsating at random, but
in concert — patterned.
Steve D
Haiku Tuesday – Break
“Break”
All others away,
except those dedicated
or out of time off.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Early
“Early”
Beating the traffic
and gathering for presents
well before the rush.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Cousins
“Cousins”
Twenty-plus years on,
bantering after dinner
into the wee hours.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Pine 2
“Pine 2”
Refreshing, earthy,
like cold nights, a fire-warmed hearth
from one aroma.
Steve D
