Deep in ground, rooted, the carrot bides its time, waiting for an orange shine
A place to gather words before they get lost.
Deep in ground, rooted, the carrot bides its time, waiting for an orange shine
In the shadow time as the sun begins to rust, we settle in; dusk
Wander in the woods, where serene and beautiful greet you in silence
A quiet Violet, rarely announcing itself, at the woodland edge
On a pilgrimage to a mecca of music: that New Orleans sound
It begins, within - a fracturing, spreading quick, the thin ice of thoughts
A friend, reaching out, like mycorrhizal networks; supporting, unseen
Each added second - the sprint from Winter Solstice - a slow thaw, unfolds
With each flake, fallen, winter leaves its calling card in the dust of night
for Algo
A thought is a seed, planted to become something surprisingly new