“Imprints”
The waking world stirs.
Light and sound shift and shudder–
Imprints on my dreams.
Steve D
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Haiku Sunday – Giggle
“Giggle”
Every time your smile
bursts into a little laugh
I can’t not laugh, too.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Buds
“Buds”
Fledgling trees sprouted,
different root systems, nearby,
branches intertwined.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Shopping
“Shopping”
Throngs of people mill
between store fronts, hoping to
find holiday cheer.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Stuffed
“Stuffed”
Delicious pancakes,
proving my eyes ambitious
and my stomach small.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Pancakes
“Pancakes”
Fluffy maple stack
dotted with blueberries, and
seeped in syrup.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Smile
“Smile”
A rare expression,
but infectious when it shows.
You’ll grow into it.
Steve D
Haiku Tuesday – Olden
“Olden”
A short visit home
to see friends and meet new.
Almost like old times.
Steve D
My buddy is in from L.A. this week, and he met my son last night in a mini-reunion of high school friends. Good times.
Haiku Sunday – Zip
“Zip”
A squirrel shifts above,
a white streak through the foliage —
and the chase is on!
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Bluster
“Bluster”
A refreshing breeze
tumbles down the street, bringing
spots of spraying rain.
Steve D
