a small bird’s shadow
crossing the snow
Month: January 2021
snowpack
the afterlife
of ghost plants
fool moon
that photo-negative sun
when I close my eyes
wind-sculpted snow
my caravan
of one
no jets
for hours the sky
unlined
daybreak
in January
only crows crow
Smell Pox
I lost my sense of smell for just two days. When it came back, the first odor I noticed was soil.
just at the point
of running away
white-tailed deer
trail maps
the easy chair’s
mountain
snow
whiter
oak
hanging on
to a single wing
old spiderweb
on a path
swallowed by forest
horned moon