through the snow black bear
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.
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
mud season
the black dog shaking
a shower off
spring cleaning
a heart made of yarn
gives up its dust
two last berries
left to bear the darkest blues
morning spider
making way into wait
summer’s end
a bumblebee embracing
all the petals
in this underworld
a snaketongue truffleclub’s blackened fork
new moon
over the Gaza strip every eyelid
light supper
the assassin’s green
first instar
Woodrat photohaiku 