dogtrax

Here, beneath the eaves, safe from the threat of rainstorm, we find some respite

The fishing rod sings with energy and movement; it's all it and I

The small apple's skin - dappled in sunlight and wind - tastes a bit like time

Tough shells, shattered shards; each walnut guards its kernel, then it cracks open

Sand between the toes, footprints on the empty beach - this is where we've been

Salmon, run upstream, past dangers and barriers to make their way home

but (something) beautiful - the way the sound of the night plays against the echoes of the stage, notes bending in the light of each fading day

for #OpenWrite

The first leaves, falling, tumbling onto summer grass; change starts slow, then fast

for Algot

The muskrat, Chuchundra, trembles as he relays the news - his cousin, Chua, reminded him: snakes are everywhere - Can't you hear? Can't you hear?

for #OpenWrite Riff off Rikki Tikki Tavi

Whipped cream frosting on a whipped cream cake

My mother, tossing sugar, with the oven set to bake

A once-a-year adventure she'd once agreed to take

I'd sit and watch her work, and dream and contemplate

then after celebration, we'd dig in, without haste

I'd close my eyes in wonder and lose myself to taste

for #OpenWrite