“Spring”
Grill smoke filters up
on a sun-warmed breeze, teasing
outdoor nights to come.
Steve D
Grill smoke filters up
on a sun-warmed breeze, teasing
outdoor nights to come.
Steve D
Tricksy winter sun
cannot convince me of spring’s
timid fits and starts.
Steve D
Blustery breezes
carry flakes like tufts of thread,
and yet spring is here.
Steve D
This is how I am
announcing to you all that
my wife is pregnant. Continue reading “Haiku Sunday – Pregnant”
Invisible hands
knock on my house, reminding
how old its walls are.
Steve D
The suburban road
a wind tunnel — doors waving
as you pass through town.
Steve D
Sometimes, being more
productive means doing the
bare minimum.
“Beg”
At my feet you wait,
ever hopeful a morsel
will fall down to you.
Steve D
Once in a time span,
we connect in love, laughter,
a cascade friendship.
It’s sort of romantic the way old friends can connect with each other. Even after a decade or more, I still manage to find little sparks of humor and love with people I do not always see or interact with regularly. There’s a certain comfort in that, but also a sad longing. I think both of those feelings contribute to a more content life.
Steve D
Broken sky fragments
tumbling to Earth like marbles
pinging off car hoods.
Steve D