alone in the forest her green shawl
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.
cowbird song
a drop of rain for each newborn leaf
such greedy
red appendages born-again maple
waning moon
the angels didn’t fall they were pushed
spring kitchen
one garlic head’s green tongue
snow in April
a face pressed against the train window
big wind
lost in the small hairs of hepaticas
blue-headed vireo
an oak tree’s newest mouth
first hepaticas
will the circle be unbroken
between showers
six fish crows and the sun
trailing
myself on the app arbutus
spring creek
the waterthrush dancing by its side
