“Bright”
After days of gloom,
the first rays of yellow light
make the room glow.
Steve D
After days of gloom,
the first rays of yellow light
make the room glow.
Steve D
These sweet summer days
A festival of light, warmth-
and I’m here at work.
Steve D
Autumn sings cool notes,
Blanketing the summer heat;
Subtle minor keys
Steve D
They are upon this website like the haze that descends upon a blazing, stuffy afternoon. I’m not sure what it is about the middle of summer that makes any productive activity feel like a slog through knee-deep mud. Continue reading “The Doldrums of Summer Writing”
The asphalt sizzles
Searing cracks into bare feet
Black dust cakes like coal
Steve D