dogtrax

A place to gather words before they get lost.

A long line of Pine, in a winter grove; Warblers dancing on needles

Imagine loneliness on wheels, teetering off balance, as if skating on ice formed after a storm, with its arm outstretched for support, wondering who will be the one to hold you forever?

Day 1 for #AdventPoems24 inspired by 'The Rider' by Naomi Shihab Nye https://poets.org/poem/rider

One single flower endures; sleepy survivor of a long winter

The taste of first snow lands on the tip of the tongue; a shout, like we're young

A wind storm drops limbs; light a fire in the hearth of lost memories

Pencils, made of pine and graphite, stretch the landscape to where poems exist

A slight brush of skin in passing; a tender touch in remembering

Sliced, diced and mashed up; sitting in a dish, alone, the turnip turns cold

A mouthpiece of sound contains a song, blown raspy; broken, withered reeds

A stew of letters, all jumbled up together – poetic weather