aerial bombardment

ice falling from the trees  over here

coming storm

a stump-water pool
glassy with ice

the blurry line between
winter snd spring

Visiting Dad’s grave yesterday, I had a strong sense of his absence amid the fundamental indifference of nature.

porcupine napping
on the latrine

in a cold cloud
trees and all

When I stand up, I see the large coyote that’s been watching me—who knows for how long—from 50 feet away.

the downtrodden snow
ready to shine

shadows
of witness trees

Over the past year since St. Valentine betrayed me, I’ve shed four stone walking it off.

on my bed
winter dreams

how to scratch the mountain
until it purrs