someday even this birthday
balloon won’t exist
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.
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In a distant field, a white house glows like a sail in the late-March sun.
spring equinox
the sound of a bat
taking a drink
rebuilding the nest
another spring house phoebe
frog pond
taking the sky for a ride
Lenten moon
the trees must store these shadows
somewhere deep
spring shower
just as the sun comes out a killdeer’s cry
bald eagle
from the ridgetop pines
a long sigh
Spring Mountain (renku)
spring mountain snowdrifts rotting in the sun old coyote scat mouse bones in mouse fur petrichor the dry skin of … More
winter’s end
a fox sparrow serenades
the bare dirt
winter’s end
tentacles of ice
beside the spring
drifting snow
with the wind’s attention to detail
