water boils  beyond the hallway  russet leaves scatter (C) Steven Stokes

wind at the door bundled in fleece— cold feet (C) Steven Stokes

salt lips on a moonless path  waves break (C) Steven Stokes

the footlights shimmer of an incoming tide autumn tread  (C) Steven Stokes

slow gravity the kingdom of leaves fall  (C) Steven Stokes

sea breaks on a wave of coffee  chatter (C) Steven Stokes

sun fades – grass drinks itself green (C) Steven Stokes

late summer comb full of grey hairs (C) Steven Stokes

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hidden sun risen hairs caress a coronal breeze (C) Steven Stokes

scorched earth ~ a river of dust  beneath the bridge (C) Steven Stokes

underfoot  blackberry stain a thorn breaks skin  (C) Steven Stokes

in white heat we pass the moonheart – a skylark returns (C) Steven Stokes

silent songbird the village turns mute  shrouded in mist  (C) Steven Stokes

blades of worn grass twitch  a beaded brow drops with verve – remote on the couch (C) Steven Stokes

summer twine arch on ancient ground a stranger’s flash  (C) Steven Stokes

Theros  the church parts  the road (C) Steven Stokes

midnight kick off  eyelids fall foul of gravity  (C) Steven Stokes

siesta  cola bubbles  all burst (C) Steven Stokes

solstice the open book goes dark I remain lit (C) Steven Stokes

strawberry moon I become the words I read (C) Steven Stokes

soft cone  my back sears  leather seat (C) Steven Stokes

molten skin drips itself sultry    the longest day (C) Steven Stokes

war machine above I ponder writing this haiku alone (C) Steven Stokes

clear skies bumper to bumper  through dewy eyes (C) Steven Stokes

butterflies weave through bird song bed sheet wrinkles (C) Steven Stokes

sun rippled a robin bathes sofa sad (C) Steven Stokes

a toad stares into cloudless blue the chopper lifts (C) Steven Stokes

past the rolling sea  casual Elvis walks 2:04pm (C) Steven Stokes

summer the deepest cut – olive nails (C) Steven Stokes

the fifth bud comes to a head six bells peal  (C) Steven Stokes

cold air pulses through a sun-dimmed room stippled skin (C) Steven Stokes

burnt a healing sting from within (C) Steven Stokes

viscid eyes summer through the ply of tissue (C) Steven Stokes

burnt a healing sting from within (C) Steven Stokes

bell chimes on cool church steps a ghost train  (C) Steven Stokes

bell chimes on cool church steps a ghost train  (C) Steven Stokes

warm feet a mother’s voice leads the way (C) Steven Stokes

tilted blinds — the early sun  tears through (C) Steven Stokes

glassy gaze liquid light pours  over the stones (C) Steven Stokes

glassy gaze liquid light pours  over the stones (C) Steven Stokes

pewter light the bird bath fills itself (C) Steven Stokes