of a pine
discarded needles
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 hemlocks
the last katydid’s
creaky love song
pitcher plants
the old logging railroad’s
boggy bed
under this lush life
more mountain
cable footbridge
the autumn river’s
unhurried flow
Ogle Township
letting my shadow
lead the way
first fire
all the light that won’t
shine again
old birch
the wild gestures of one
living alone
aviary vulture
the unyielding bones
of its cage
all in black I pass
a walker all in white
autumn mountain
saying hello
to a moss-covered log
heron wingbeats
tree crickets
am I walking
the right way
