dogtrax

A place to gather words before they get lost.

Where fresh water falls, this long river runs and calls to the heart of us

All bits and pieces of trees, scattered on the lawn; small shadows at dawn

for Algot

Little golden songs warbling through tree branches in the key of free

Life, ever so small, living in a world of soil; seen, barely at all

An idea in bloom, begins as a seed, and then transforms into song

Sound waves, in harmony, accent a melody, a noise, note, tone with a complex vibration and voice, amid the din, the pitch modulates in resonance and sonancy

a thesaurus poem, with “sound” as key word for #ds106 Daily Create

Something beneath white remains to be seen, between sleep and waking green

A forgotten shell, sits perfect in my pocket, abandoned by waves

Calculate the wind by way of the willows' dance, a movement in sync

Temperature drop! A mad swing of warmth to cold snaps us back to March

for Algot