“Tide”
Undercurrent bass,
low roars and rattling sighs,
a layered chorus.
Steve D
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“Tide”
Haiku Sunday – Over
“Over”
Eyes trace the tree line,
blink for a new horizon.
Climb, reach, gaze, again.
Steve D
Haiku Wednesday – Level
“Level”
Serene horizon
disguising tides in tumult,
like shards of sapphire.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Awake
“Awake”
Drift down dreary street
until golden lamplight shines
and brightens the eyes.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Rehash
“Rehash”
Work, life, politics.
Years of repeat discussions,
still somehow refreshed.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Begin
“Begin”
Countdown to an end,
or new kind of beginning,
adjusted mind frame.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Nap
“Nap”
Press pause on the day.
Reset the activities.
Family break-cation.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Same
“Same”
Days blend in sameness,
time flutters by, little change.
Ease comes in routine.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Brothers
“Brothers”
Cut from the same cloth,
fragments of the same pattern,
yet unique, themselves.
Steve D
Our son was born on Wednesday! We did not know we were having a boy, keeping the surprise for ourselves again. It’s wild to think that our older son, now almost 3, is now an older brother. Can’t wait to watch these two grow up together.
Haiku Sunday – Minutes
“Minutes”
Down to the wire,
reaching for those final words
to finish the race.
Steve D
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