dogtrax

Janus, at the door, tells the world: the year's gone by, is now, no more

It's time to step into the fore, with hope and grace and love, in store

We turn the handle to cross the floor, hands together, hopeful, but not quite sure

for #mastoprompt

Some gurgle beneath

Others, sing above

what I love most about mud poems -

the trails we might leave behind after stepping inside

the words

• for Tellio

Elevator Pitch:

the rhetorical angle by which the person in the room with you offers words to fix a problem

even as the world - untethered/unmoored - barrels ever faster towards disaster in the ditch

for #mastoprompt

Chaos agents, everywhere;

Some dare to disrupt

with money and speech,

putting profits before community

and safety, beyond reach

Like wandering a field of debris, you see the ragged vines of pumpkins, the orange mash of rogues, each head tilting towards sky, smashed with seeds as feed for crows

for #mastoprompt

An Autumn fog creates a canvas tonight, and expands into morning, a thick frame fade with splatters of hues, art surrounded by the soft sounds of broken leaves, f a l l i n g

Sitting there on the porch in those old rickety chairs

we rock our way back, quiet, and stare

for #mastoprompt

The morning rain drops dreary weather

We huddle for dry beneath this tree together

for #mastoprompt

The shape of the map of the leaf in the form of some music, falling

for Algot

What seems impossible — that a landscape could become a work of art, changing before our very eyes, with shifting colors and moving parts — becomes reality in the seams of the transitional season

for #mastoprompt