Heed not Steve

Category: poetry

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

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 

Or Do They?

drifting clouds –
no one stares in wonder
at the ground

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© Steve Mitchell 2022