dogtrax

On rocks and river, a fresh water orchestra plays on through the night

Hours spent, listening to Carole King, who's singing how you've got a friend

A world in a shell - barely protected, as well, so handle with care

After a hike, in - feet on the edge of the cliff; high, above the town

Art etched on the glass, the windshield as a canvas before the warming

for Algot

She nearly lands it; the last note – the Fermata — wobbling at the end

A melody line like this, lingers in the ear forever – like a lover's kiss

for #ds106

Sometimes, a love, frayed, remains, fragments of a voice, leaning in as a soft whisper, remembering

Wind over water; a gust that comes from somewhere other than this place

The Evergreen stands in woods of winter decay; green as Spring in snow