dogtrax

Desolate roadways, frustrated navigation; it's isolation

Each morning, with coffee, I open the web I avoid the news, and find the Create instead I read it and ponder - remix and yonder - and spend the day with the art in my head

for #ds106

A stand of Pines groan with the full weight of the wind; roots keep them anchored

Surface tension: A leaf in dance with water, listening

#WildDS106

Well within the Wood, the coolness of the old Pines provides us reprieve

Trees become artists: they're painting summer grass with dollops of color

for Algot

We're hard-pressed to halt the sun and the moon singing together, each day

A tree, ripe with fruit, weighs heavily on its roots; then deer ease the load

I, she says, love – then paused - write out

We were walking as a chatty class, notebooks in hand, noticing creatures of soil and light;

counting trees

To hear her say it like that brought me a moment of joy, indeed

for #writeout

Do we endeavor to entertain you with words in three-line constraints?