dogtrax

Pack the bag with ink, pens, a composition book, and plenty of poems

Deadwood - the roughened skin of an old birch quietly crumbling between our fingers, like rust, becoming dust; Disintegration

inspired by Wendy's poem https://wentalearn.blogspot.com/2024/12/peeling-life-of-bark.html

Sweetness on the lips as we sink our teeth into August summer corn

for when the sun sets we wander always under the guise of mystery

It's nature's patterns in spirals; Fibonacci numbers, deep inside

The air, cold and crisp, belies an August's presence; Autumn elbows in

for Algot

Ink drips in forests - red shimmering among green - each leaf, soon transformed

Branches of ripe pears weighed down by ample sweetness; perfect for plucking

We wrap the bird song around us, like a soft cover of composition

Another day dips its way into horizon; a painted sunset