March wind

a linked-verse sequence

March wind
a dead leaf only now
flies free

barkless old burl
I was just dozing

naked branches
a black-legged tick
on my leg

a hawk’s shadow passes
over my head

witch hazel tangled
in Japanese stiltgrass
my monologue

vista of mountains
mediated by trees

lightning-struck oak
the dead side already
some woodpecker’s drum

hollow log-end
its spill of sawdust

puddle in a leaf
evaporating as
I watch

quartzite glittering
in the trail for miles

big black cherry
with a dinosaur foot
our days are numbered

adventitious sprouts
beginning at the end

vernal pond
bubbles floating up
to an ice ceiling

not voices but trees
creaking in the wind

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