dogtrax

All these poems, falling with the rustle of the wind; Listen to them sing

for Algot

like the way the dark sky sings to us, like hailstones fallen on weathered dust, clinging to skin, the rust of winter in this reddened Earth, dry dirt and petrichor, the scent of words brittle against the surface of this coin, spun in motion, forever, forever, for, ever

for Terry

This morning, the grass crinkles with white frost of night; an abandoned dress

Bundled up beneath the stars, we're blanketed, still, secluded; night chill

Hunting forest soils off the path, after the rains, where small mushrooms spawn

At what point do we remember the forgetting?

The letting of memories, sliding through doors?

I am that child, again, worried at what I left behind

for DS106

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=USzD43zPfKQ

Summer's passing by, as flocks of geese far above loudly shout: good-bye

In an orchard lab, scientists tinker with genes to make an apple

With acrobatics, the savvy salmon begin the long journey home

Another stolen moment, locked in dance;

hands connected ever – forever - never in a million will this music stop beating -

two hearts, needing the other

inspired by https://flic.kr/p/2qjpc13