soak in the rushing
waterthrush song
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.
blue-headed
in the sun-flooded forest
vireo
red maple
sex organs playing in the wind
end of winter
wet snow resting
on a bench
spent spikes
of American cancer-root
a zipless fly
snow-covered mountains
the paper plant’s
white plume
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
