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
Woodrat photohaiku 