the sound of a bat
taking a drink
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.
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
old farm dump
the refrigerator open to more snow
bare ground again
a mourning cloak’s black velvet
