dogtrax

Kicked up bones, gravel and stones, the car groans from the weight of arrival

Shovel for trouble - till the soil to seek the gold; oldest story, told

Someone hit the switch from bitter cold winds to sun - has Spring now begun?

for Algot

A pond pool, melting, a springtime transformation for singing peepers

Each horn on the line in sync with the other

the sound of a field of Evening Primrose flowers

the sound of a train at a hundred miles per hour

the sound of a band at the height of play: Tower of Power

A pencil at rest is the best way to think, a poetic pause in graphite, not ink, with a nub and eraser stub ready to go

so this here is the day of the year that's been added in;

dar brincos, my friend - leap it and linger

Leap Day 2024

Robins on the tree; we marvel at the mayhem, a dance in motion

Nearly Mud Season - another reason for us to pay attention

Green, bathed in yellow, buds awakening from sun; but – too soon! too soon!