dogtrax

Folded edges crease out shadows of memory, beyond even the repair of Scotch, the tape recording the photographs

She's all cuddled up where the bed meets the heater; a cold dog, at rest

for Algot

Fingers, fiddling with brass buttons, breaking thread on the coat instead

Crystalline ice paints the car window like shattered thought; frozen moment

Music plays quiet chord - sharp sounds

for #ds106 — a sestetle

Winter Moon's nightlight, plugged into the live socket of a galaxy

One child's red mitten abandoned on an oak branch, in the forest's heart

Riding bitter winds, the hawk eyes the surrounding, then dives for dinner

Silence surrounds me; I am as still as can be - Wind rustling leaves

Sandpipers scuttle on, skimming on surface of sand; Now, I understand