“Miss”
Mid-week work shake-up,
hours blended into a blur,
confusing my days.
Steve D
Tag: Poetry
Haiku Sunday – Buttercup
“Buttercup”
Little yellow sprouts
polka-dotting field of green,
to brush little feet.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Park
“Park”
Overcast drizzle,
enough to turn away crowds,
for our own park day.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Ramp
“Ramp”
Miniature hill,
a mountain for toddler feet,
running up and down.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Sore
“Sore”
Wake on the wrong side,
spend weekend recovering
from everyday life.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Damp
“Damp”
Moss clings, sodden trees,
drooping grass, muted rustles,
damp feet tramp and stomp.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Shorn
“Shorn”
Pollinator field
trimmed to roots and bare patches,
sacrificial lawn.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Pale
“Pale”
Airy blue pallor.
Wan sunlit afternoon sky.
Winter’s feeble grasp.
Haiku Sunday – Store
“Store”
Satellite closet,
outer space for home station,
detached cargo hold.
Steve D
Haiku Wednesday – Slip
“Slip”
Single misstep, slide,
like a droplet through a crack
into unknown depths.
Steve D
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