dogtrax

A place to gather words before they get lost.

Our bodies shiver in the freeze before sunrise; huddle in, for warmth

Her entangled thoughts dance to the rhythm of peace, but who's listening?

A dusting at dawn, the monotony of snow settles in, like peace

As geometry, each flake of snow takes it shape, tumbling in pattern

Holler, if it's there; a bear, wandering the woods with cubs by her side

A crack in the seam, the winter chill rides a draft through memory's dream

Waves, in rhythmic sing; the cold sea's lost symphony reaches out to me

Charcoal on paper; dark smudges against the white creating contrast

Two-dimensional letters in a writing space; a poem, falling flat

for Algot

A path, then a door, then a gate inside the wood: a place to ponder