the easy chair’s
mountain
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.
snow
whiter
oak
hanging on
to a single wing
old spiderweb
on a path
swallowed by forest
horned moon
purple
stripes on trees
nothing’s private
as for me
the mossy side
of the trunk
gray
fox’s leftover
junco feathers
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
