in the wilderness
of a broom
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.
shack
in the forest
the footfalls of moss
sunset
filling my mug
spring peepers
climbing the mountain
a new cloud
almost in bloom
April wood turtle
seeking shade
within
hepaticas
the mountain’s timeless
spring fashions
what flutters
in the leaf litter
hepaticas
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
