the forest floor belongs
to the quick bright comma
Published by Dave Bonta
I live in an Appalachian hollow in the Juniata watershed of central Pennsylvania, and spend a great deal of time walking in the woods. My books of poetry include FAILED STATE: HAIBUN, ICE MOUNTAIN: AN ELEGY, BREAKDOWN: BANJO POEMS, and ODES TO TOOLS.
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It’s quite something to see the sun through their wings. I’m enjoying your photoblog; haven’t had time to keep up with things lately. Thanks for creating it.
Woodrat photohaiku 
The edge of the wings like lace….
It’s quite something to see the sun through their wings. I’m enjoying your photoblog; haven’t had time to keep up with things lately. Thanks for creating it.
thanks for the comments. Laura, this blog is perfect for people who don’t have much time online, since I only update a couple times a month. 😉