dogtrax

Night sky's cubes of ice - stars falling in jars of dreams, intermittently

for Algot

Ice cubes, now melting, chill the provisions we bring into these deep woods

Paw a patch, then play, cat, that small Valerian sends forth feline love

Deep within the hedge, quail quiver under cover; then fly, in flutter

Covered with clover, the field's as green as a sea, buzzing sharp with bees

A heart of purple blooms in the back of the yard; Morning Glory smiles

A smell of sweetness - the wild vines of late August when grapes break their skin

Relentless chirper, you hide behind the thicket of things, loud cricket

In early morning, coolness flows, hours before the sun has woken

for Algot

Like light bulbs dangling off the branches in sunlight; soft little lanterns