dogtrax

We live the seconds, the steady thrum of our time, then forget the arc

Tucked beneath blankets in maelstrom hibernation, an alarm bell rings

Tuned in, listening, the voice frequency sputters on about a storm

for Algot

Pebbles in water look distorted; the ocean tries to hide beauty

A drop of water, now released by sun and thaw, leaves the ice behind

Never is quiet a moment of nothingness; something always sings

Walking through a grove of bare trees, stripped of jackets, and shivering leaves

Basking in the light of silver from a Wolf Moon, every tree – waiting

Cook another loaf of crusty bread, the scent of baking fills the home

Long after the fire, smoke lingers – a reminder of the world, before