to hit the road
goldenrod
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.
toadstools
let me put on
my rain hat
first cold morning
two caterpillars sleeping
in each other’s fur
first cool night
the whole milky way
between crickets
morning fog
woken by a text
about birds
where the oak
split off from its lost half open mouthed
Fog walker
fog walker the millipede’s carpet of legs
Berry season: four haiku
swamp forest hugging the bucket of blueberries
hot hike
wearing my halo of poison
storm cellar
one last Mason jar
of white lightning
lost dog (linked verses)
lost dog enchanter’s nightshade burs in its ears
hot tub
laid bare in the woods a junkie’s pale face
