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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gnats follow the branching cracks
Woodrat photohaiku 
The yellow earth
in all forms
paints beauty
At times
it’s like an eggshell
that cracks.
Thank you for sharing this photo.