“Idea”
One lone seed cradled
gently, with space to take root,
can bloom and flourish.
Steve D
Tag: Poetry
Haiku Sunday – Fade
“Fade”
Eyelids flickering,
breathing slows and deepens with
sleep overtaking
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Sliver
“Sliver”
Waxing to midnight,
a silver eyelash dangling
before winking out.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Slopes
“Slopes”
Cheeks and nose redden
as freezing wind rushes by,
spraying snow and ice.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Bitter
“Bitter”
Words slice and shiver,
icicle whispers to chill
a heated ego.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – New
“New”
The tic of a clock,
perhaps arbitrary, but
a sign of what’s next.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Eve
“Eve”
A night of waiting,
childlike anticipation
for a new sunrise.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Cold
“Cold”
Icy aromas
sting the nostrils and bare skin
and hands flare purple.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Busy
“Busy”
Thoughts fly in at the
speed of Internet. I need
spreadsheets for my mind.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Thanks
“Thanks”
The fine company,
a symphony of clinking,
a love-filled kitchen.
Steve D
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