“Devon”
Wood smoke soothes the chill
air weighed by rain not fallen,
a place I once knew.
Steve D
Tag: Poetry
Haiku Sunday – Peppercorn
“Peppercorn”
Earthy like autumn,
gin that chills and soothes, finished
with a summer’s bite.
My sister-in-law had a genius gift idea for me for Christmas this past year: infusion ingredients for gin. I got a box of eight different ingredients–herbs, flowers, spices, etc.–to infuse gin with. Best. Gift. Ever.
I love gin, and I love mixing up cocktails. The one pictured above is Hendrick’s gin (my personal favorite) infused with pink peppercorns. Notice how all the color leeched out of the peppercorns and tinged the gin. We have some other tasty concoctions aging in our liquor cabinet at the moment.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Universe
“Universe”
The unknowable
containing all knowledge, power.
Could that not be “God”?
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Sludge
“Sludge”
Reality blurs,
muscles strain against quicksand,
trying to break free.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Stretch
“Stretch”
Final pennies strain,
ache for deposit relief.
Hold fast, little cents.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Off
“Off”
Off work, off kilter.
Days filled with uncertainty,
hoping for a call.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Minute
“Minute”
A fragment of time,
of space and reality,
but no less vital.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Blurred
“Blurred”
The gray light ripples
at every sound and movement,
line between worlds blurred.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Desktop
“Desktop”
The monitor blares
webpages spacious–too big,
the negative space.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Myth
“Myth”
Stories to explain
the inexplicable world.
Do they tell true?
Steve D
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