dogtrax

At spring equinox, the flowers wake in cold soil, waiting on the sun

Ice, slowly melting; music with a rhythmic beat drip by drip by drop

Something this way came through these woods on galloped hooves; clumps on the horse trail

An unexpected late snow arrives by the night, and is gone by morn

A small pond, flutters with critters; tadpole squiggles like ink on the page

Percolator blues - waiting for the coffee pot and the mug I'll use

for Algot

Geometrically designed in an unknown room; the art flowers bloom

It's a pair of hares, nestled together; a form, where babies get born

We're treasure hunting debris from the wide ocean, drawn back by low tide

Blue paints the spring sky; dotted clouds, and bird clusters return, streaking by