early spring

the first pink sprig
of a snake’s tongue

favorite childhood spot

missing
that rusty bucket

spring fling

one look back and we’ve both
grown old

question mark butterfly

my shadow
taking the shot

behind the swamp

with its skunk cabbages
an empty airport

happy

or apprehensive
old black birch

The idea of a Primal

Some thoughts toward a rite of spring.

mouse bones

repackaged by an owl
daylight savings

spring sunset

more of a comment
than a question

new Worm Moon

time to replant
flamingos

pruning season

the angel of history’s
prosthetic wings

parking lot

mountains that used to be snow
bleeding out