The music entered me.

Dave BontaMarch 10, 2017epigrams and conundrums, forest

Snow falling against the dark trunk of a beech tree surrounded by a white forest.

But it wasn’t until I got up to dance that I entered the music.

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. View all posts by Dave Bonta