dogtrax

A place to gather words before they get lost.

Balanced on the edge of being both here and there, day replaces night

Broken words – angled as an avalanche – always there, barely spoken

Sometimes, through windows, the world paints a strange portrait of imperfection

for Algot

Night, wanders my mind, the way songs play, we might find two bright stars, dancing

All these forgotten seeds; sprouts just now waking up, waving to the sun

Revel in silence between yesterday and night, dance the fading light

Stretching, unfolding; the Fiddlehead yawns, unrolls its way into day

Light snow, covering green flower buds peeking up from winter's cold earth

There are no gods, but not everyone is cursed every moment

from You're The Top by Ellen Bass https://poets.org/poem/youre-top?mc_cid=bef9ba6dce&mc_eid=ed9c8bae96

Some pillars remain empty of devotion, blank screens on which we scribe our fears

But I miss the stories, even the ones where all falls apart on the whims of just a few

I miss our Gods

In Spring's evening, the sun settles in to nap; languid laziness