fox’s leftover
junco feathers
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.
bubbles
frozen under the ice
or current resident
clinging
to what leaves
American beech
fresh snow
a vole’s
wandering hill
crow mimicking
a crow hunter’s
crow call
New Year’s Eve
more than ordinary
stir fry
mountain
without peaks
keep going
moon on ice
moon on ice
that emphatic
WHO-all
no visitors
to track up my snow
mourning dove wings
lost
idiolect are you
my mutter
snowfall
imagine being buried
in a blank page
January
the shrinking circle
of my needs
