“Treasure”
Specks of sunlight glint,
like gems scattered in the sand,
dust catching the eye.
Steve D
Specks of sunlight glint,
like gems scattered in the sand,
dust catching the eye.
Steve D
Early yellow light
brightens over the ripples,
throwing fleeting calm.
Steve D
After days of gloom,
the first rays of yellow light
make the room glow.
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
The city’s breaths warm
under a sun-dappled sky
before the rains come.
Steve D
These sweet summer days
A festival of light, warmth-
and I’m here at work.
Steve D
Caked-on mud bakes,
limbs sun-cast into bricks – my
earthenware armor.
Steve D
Golden light dapples
through leaves green and brown, like a
patchwork canopy.
Steve D
Apollo gazes
Roasting the throngs like tubers
With a glaze of sweat
Steve D