all the light that won’t
shine again
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.
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
slow fall
the standing dead
turn blue
fog saved in a cobweb
so lifelike
death in autumn
that inevitable cliché // the deplorable rightness of nature
safety orange
among blood-colored leaves—hunting season
fallen hornets’ nest
the empty days
in his pocket calendar
fallen tree
the skeleton it wasn’t
