
spring mountain
snowdrifts rotting
in the sun

old coyote scat
mouse bones in mouse fur

petrichor
the dry skin of my hands
crazed with fissures

robins join the wind
rustling the leaf litter

tall stump
with stones for a hat
we’ve survived

hawks flying in tandem
extending talons
vernal pond
half-free of ice
calling wood frogs

trees waking up
frogs fucking on the ice