in my ears a trout’s splash
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.
winter’s over
time to shed your coat woolly bear
Roundtop
a linked-verse sequence
April Fool’s
small snowballs falling from the sky
Spring Rain
a linked-verse sequence
thinking
the barn is a tree clever squirrel
March wind
A linked-verse sequence.
Water Gap
Train following the river; snowflakes following the train.
mountaintop pool
trees reassembling
after each breeze
red flowers
for the dead—
felled maple
gloom
lifting without lifting within
Leafless
There’s no denying the appeal of dead trees: they look more human.
