not as bright as my phone

full moon

American bittersweet

on his gravestone low as the sun​

picnic for one

in the autumn forest
white hair aglow
a wild lettuce seed
drifts past

this longing

to hit the road
goldenrod

toadstools

let me put on
my rain hat

first cold morning

two caterpillars sleeping
in each other’s fur

first cool night

the whole milky way
between crickets

morning fog

woken by a text
about birds

where the oak

split off from its lost half open mouthed

Fog walker

fog walker 
the millipede’s carpet 
of legs

Berry season: four haiku

swamp forest 
hugging the bucket 
of blueberries

hot hike

wearing my halo 
of poison