halfway up the mountain
beginning to fade
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.
Trail sign
[haibun]
teethmarks
on the trail sign…
my last sip of tea
lost balloon
how unlooked-for
to be let go
red barberries
an awful Christmas carol
stuck in my head
December thaw
the darkness giving up
its sassafras
Missing mountaintop
From time to time a flash of panic, as if I’ve forgotten something — but I can’t think what.
missing mountaintop
in the pit
of my stomach
a thousand
acres of silence
one red squirrel
winter sunrise
on an empty stomach
trying not to stare
day moon
through bare branches
with its horns out
among all
the falling snowflakes
one brown leaf
Hunter’s cap
I was trying to find another world. It was right here all along.
hunter’s cap
a bell-like sound
from the raven’s throat
who’s afraid
of the wolf
mother tree
