Train following the river; snowflakes following the train.
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.
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.
spring mountain
someday even this birthday
balloon won’t exist
Question mark
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
