“Humid”
Moisture weighs over,
sqeezing the air like a sponge,
and the showers come.
Steve D
Moisture weighs over,
sqeezing the air like a sponge,
and the showers come.
Steve D
Overtaking life,
on the cusp of achievement,
until time is up.
Steve D
Countless hours, days,
all for the ability
to declare: Ready.
Steve D
One leg quivers while
fingers fidget, urging you
to click the button.
Steve D

Paving stone sidewalks
lead to an unknown town, but
still familiar.
Guess who’s in England! We arrived yesterday afternoon to attend my friend’s wedding tomorrow. This will be a reunion of several of my grad school friends, so it’s only fitting that the smaller town we’re staying in reminds me of Exeter.
Steve D
After days of gloom,
the first rays of yellow light
make the room glow.
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Every molecule
trembles as the air itself
layers and dances.
Another haiku inspired by a song that I simply cannot get enough of.
Steve D
Booming resonance,
like the rumble of thunder
across the night sky.
This song inspired me to explore the tones of music through this series. I don’t really know where this is going, but I hope you enjoy.
Steve D