slow to escape the stink of snowmobiles
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.
moon for ballast
the field feeds its owl
off the off-trail trail
whose snow drifts
on snowshoes
crossing paths with a sparrow
on wings of blowing snow
my tracks vanish
snow spider
exploring all sides of a boot print
Christmastide
a powerline’s procession of crosses
New Year’s snow
for once I remember a dream
Christmas Eve
between the sirens serenity
a sheltered spot
where the internet ends creaking in the wind
invasive bittersweet
escaping the war in my head
shadow
white with frost we almost rhyme
