the paper plant’s
white plume
Author: Dave Bonta
I live in an Appalachian hollow in the Juniata watershed of central Pennsylvania, and spend a great deal of time walking in the woods. My books of poetry include FAILED STATE: HAIBUN, ICE MOUNTAIN: AN ELEGY, BREAKDOWN: BANJO POEMS, and ODES TO TOOLS.
snowy path
crossed by a crow’s footprints…
church bells from town
damp leaves
left by the winter’s snow
a shed antler
summer dream
dust on my glasses
when i wake
snap shots of ice
everyone freezes
meadow vole
raising the roof…
New Year’s snow
midwinter
my inventory
of shadows
solstice sunrise
a quiet gurgle
from the spring
barefoot
through the snow
black bear
out walking
on this lovely snow
winter gnats
autumn deepens
the cut in my foot has lost
its red line
the cat’s bowl
under the ofrenda
the sound of teeth
