dogtrax

We're hard-pressed to halt the sun and the moon singing together, each day

A tree, ripe with fruit, weighs heavily on its roots; then deer ease the load

I, she says, love – then paused - write out

We were walking as a chatty class, notebooks in hand, noticing creatures of soil and light;

counting trees

To hear her say it like that brought me a moment of joy, indeed

for #writeout

Do we endeavor to entertain you with words in three-line constraints?

A pear left too long on the fruit dish becomes mush; crush it into drink

A row of haystacks, like mole mounds lining the land; fields feed the future

A lone sunflower, grown by seed in the long weeds, succumbs to Autumn

I remember the time she told me I was doing it all wrong

Not a careful steeping, but a mad rush of hot water

She took my hand, and we let the kettle sing its song

then waited for the tea to make magic a little bit longer

for #OpenWrite

Each day brings delay as summer decays into Autumn's short embrace

for Algot

Even deep in night, leaves lose touch with their branches, tumbling in darkness

for #ds106 #DailyCreate