dogtrax

Something sweet sounds like a cupcake with licked white frosting on our fingers, forever in that remembered moment of closed-eye deliciousness, when quiet contentment turns into loved laughter

for #OpenWrite

On a woodland hunt, after days of heavy rain; the search for mushrooms

A crisp wind, blowing across the morning; a wisp of Autumn yawning

The acorn sits, waiting for something to happen; a squirrel, perhaps, or maybe a child at play, or perhaps a sudden gust of storm wind; the little oak nut with a sturdy body and brown hat remains patient, knowing its time for travel will come

for #writeout

A small poem, written from memory; the ease of a joyful moment

Within outer skin, an apple's flesh tastes so sweet, except for the seeds

One lone leaf, fallen, from an old tree, now calling, silent, in Autumn

The stem is a path on the far edge of a map, leaning towards stories

With wind on its way, how many leaves will remain, from those here today?

for Algot

In the moment of the Eye, when the storm catches its breath - when the air becomes as still and settled as death – we wander remains of tree limbs and pine cones, the power of the unknown more present than not, then head for shelter as the wind kicks in and tightens its knot

for #ds106 and #writeout