nobody’s tracks
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.
lake view
blue paint marking the end
of the clearcut
Christmas bird count
learning every song
of the wind
first snow of the year
using my inside voice
election season
again this cloud of gnats
Raised by Trees
Before my salad days, I was sour as cabbage…
wandering
through the hair on my arm
autumn mosquito
Curl of an ache: six haiku
trail
turning dappled salamander
tail
my tormenters
drowning in my tea
such minor sorrows
where they felled it
the paper mill chimney’s last cloud
in the green eyes of an indoor cat
trees with feathers
inchworm
in the afterlife’s pale beauty
