“Pine”
Refreshing, earthy,
like cold nights, a fire-warmed hearth
from one aroma.
Steve D
Orbiting distant worlds to bring their stories to you.
Refreshing, earthy,
like cold nights, a fire-warmed hearth
from one aroma.
Steve D
Chips off an old trunk
fly with every swing, making
me wish I worked out.
Steve D
Pale morning sunlight
creeps through the blinds, and this one
laughs and crawls on us.
Steve D
A contoured landscape
imperfect, interrupted
by edges, angles.
Steve D
Voices, lights, music,
a cacophony of sense
uniting our hearts.
Steve D
Hours of playing
until all you want is a
shoulder and blanket.
Steve D
Our great irony
is that we try to order
a chaotic world.
Steve D
Pieces on the map,
best laid and waiting for their
opportune moment.
Steve D
Each experience
a new glimmer, light, wonder,
relived through your eyes.
Steve D
Around the valley
and up switchback trails until
you come to the top.
Steve D