dogtrax

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