dogtrax

Waking to the chill of night air, moving slowly; summer days, asleep

for Algot

They say today's been temporarily delayed -

Morning's still drowsy and Night's slipped away -

We wait in pause, thinking of play

then whisper appreciation as Sun spins our way

for #mastoprompt

Summer storms change this landscape, forcing the small river to flow where, normally, it would not go

And all we can do is watch

For water finds its way, never gentle in the aftermath of tempests like this; Instead, it rages like a lion sprung loose

And all we can do is worry

And wait for the calm, the days following deluge, to find what paths remain and which, disappeared, ghost trails of memory

And all we can do is wonder

For #ds106 Daily Create on Wendell Berry’s birthday

Pausing near water’s edge - pencil in hand notebook in lap - waiting on an inspiration

The song of morning tides pulls me in, something sings: an oceans-worth of stimulation

For #mastoprompt

The scene lingers longer in the writing, a remembering -

in the shadowed eaves between angled pines on that September day;

the way we let the quiet in, the trees just listening

the kiss, only moments away

For #mastoprompt

Try to sweep your lies and deceptions under the rug, if you must

But the debris of chattering nonsense, tiny grains of chaos, sown and scattered, lingers like dust

For #mastoprompt

Sand stones edged in brush strokes and brick textures used as surface canvas -

Street murals on corner store walls capture an essence of life as art within the uneven story of the street

Pedestrian audiences wander the galleries, some barely aware, immersed in color, design and voice

For #mastoprompt

E tched in strummed sound A nd pulled from the universe D riven by pick and pluck and G lorious, the muse it seeks - B ut let’s not forget how E ach guitar sings itself unique

For #mastoprompt

Sky painting in bolts shattering horizon’s clouds; whisper words, out loud

For Algot

The drummer counts off the beat as if on cue - a-one and a-two - to set the rhythmic kick of the street corner crew launching loudly into the joyful opening notes, as we dance along, all of us, to the Basin Street Blues

For #mastoprompt