Heed not Steve

Eyes To The Window

rain falls –
is it raining?
we ask

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© Steve Mitchell 2022 

Of Our Lives

now is the time
for summer for dinner
for bed

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© Steve Mitchell 2022 

Literally

the longest day
– he readies for bed
what a long day

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© Steve Mitchell 2022 

I Chase Them Still In My Mind

last day of spring –
too dry around here
for fireflies

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© Steve Mitchell 2022 

Happy Father’s Day

Father’s Day –
he settles into
love’s gravity

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© Steve Mitchell 2022 

Happy Father’s Day, Dad!

I love you.

Ahem

early morning –
that cricket can’t stand
the silence

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© Steve Mitchell 2022

Good Night Moon And…

Eh, so I’m up past my bedtime and I looked for the strawberry moon. But I can’t see it.

Alas.

It’s out there somewhere. The internets said it’s today.

But You know what else is today?

My older son’s birthday!

Yes!

He’s turned XXXIII years old.

We haven’t seen him today. Instead, we’re taking him and his wife to dinner on Friday. He’s got his own birthday gig happening today; I’m sure. He’s got a great circle of friends and love and I’m glad.

So anyhow. That’s all. I’ve got to get to sleep.

Good night strawberry moon, wherever you are.

And Happy Birthday, Cos! I love you!

Moniker

I guess tomorrow
I’ll look for the moon –
the strawberry moon

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© Steve Mitchell 2022 

Ripples

nearly summer –
the smell of chlorine
in her hair

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© Steve Mitchell 2022 

Cellular

starry night –
we are layers on layers
we are mostly void

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© Steve Mitchell 2022