the snow shares a shadow with the wall
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.
bent stalk of brome
three corkscrew leaves stuck in the snow
weighted by ice
the laurel leaves turn pale-side up
snow-covered gabions
suddenly I want to descend those giant steps
in the snowy track
a grass blade curved into the Arabic for “eye”
January moon
we startle at each other’s faces
heart-shaped hole
in the black cherry snag flying squirrel dung
ephemeral pond
the trees wear icy collars at the high-water mark
old corncrib
orderly kernals of light on the bare floor
porcupine
dressed as itself on Halloween
huckleberry leaves
in their autumn burgundy slow vireo song
honey locust
pods twist in the spaces between the thorns
