dogtrax

(A flock of)

four trumpeter swans

flecked with gold

scolds the shadows

— lines borrowed from Steve's Vertical poems

https://sleepingdog.mataroa.blog/blog/three-untitled-vertical-poems/

Each single crystal, each pattern – an ice puzzle - scissors on the snow

A slip and a slide; the hashtags mark where weather collides with football

for Algot

Annotated songs across an entire year; John's (song)Book of Days

for #ds106 with This Year: 365 Songs Annotated (A Book Of Days) by John Darnielle (of Mountain Goats fame)

The tree bark's a map of lines leading up, like vines; each path ends at sky

A long whispered sigh signals itself from the glass carafe on the kitchen counter as the small pot of coffee gurgles its way to a stop; I fill a mug, take a sip and begin to write

for #ds106

Almost a baseball buried beneath the soft ground, the turnip surprises

Extinguished candles dancing in rhythmic patterns of soft soot and smoke

One leaf on the tree refuses to snap and fall – rage against the change

Slow thaw – a slow drip of words that come from somewhere inside a locked box