stripes on trees
nothing’s private
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.
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
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
