in the leaf litter
hepaticas
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.
April woods
the sun and I on
the same path
buzzing
to warm up your engine
solitary bee
early spring
the first pink sprig
of a snake’s tongue
favorite childhood spot
missing
that rusty bucket
spring fling
one look back and we’ve both
grown old
question mark butterfly
my shadow
taking the shot
behind the swamp
with its skunk cabbages
an empty airport
happy
or apprehensive
old black birch
The idea of a Primal
Some thoughts toward a rite of spring.
mouse bones
repackaged by an owl
daylight savings
spring sunset
more of a comment
than a question
