dogtrax

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