the refrigerator open to more snow
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.
bare ground again
a mourning cloak’s black velvet
Wet Snow: a haiga sequence
old silk threads new caterpillars of snow
day owl
the pond’s island
of ice
crescent moon
a timberdoodle’s high fluttery whistle
geese heading north
a dog in the valley
adds its voice
Premonition
The feeling that something is about to happen, out here where nothing ever happens…
Bell’s Gap
Strolling down the Allegheny Front on an old rail bed. A haibun.
aerial bombardment
ice falling from the trees over here
coming storm
a stump-water pool
glassy with ice
first bifocals
the blurry line between
winter snd spring
Winter Forest
Visiting Dad’s grave yesterday, I had a strong sense of his absence amid the fundamental indifference of nature.
