“Curl”
Legs and feet tucked in
for warmth or for protection
during thunderstorms.
Steve D
Tag: Poetry
Haiku Sunday – Hunt
“Hunt”
Scouting the terrain
from selective vantage points
to find nesting ground.
Steve D
I’m not a hunter, by the way. The wife and I have started exploring specific areas of Maryland to identify neighborhoods we like for our next house — we we intend to be our “forever home”. We’re not ready to buy, unless we find the perfect place, but we’re enjoying casually looking with no strings attached or expectations. And it gives us an excuse to take the toddler and the dog on mini adventures in random parks we find.
Haiku Sunday – Arrive
“Arrive”
I know the day nears
when we will welcome you home.
Patience is trying.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Distract
“Distract”
Continually
drawn away from the moment.
Center. Refocus.
Steve D
Haiku Wednesday – Option
“Option”
Run the mental math.
Uncover all potentials,
but wait not that one.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Blue
“Blue”
Eyes bright with wonder
unveiling your thoughts and hopes
one glimpse at a time.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Meet
“Meet”
Months of separation,
disconnected, specter friends,
until met again.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Scruff
“Scruff”
Dignified eyebrows
and tuft beard gives little pup
an old dog spirit.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Know
“Know”
Watch expressions shift.
What thoughts flicker behind eyes.
Discovering you.
Steve D
Haiku Wednesday – Trudge
“Trudge”
Footprint sticks in mud
resisting every next step,
stamping down in spite.
Steve D
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