This was taken in late December, after the first snowpack melted off, whence the slightly crushed appearance.
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.
moss
Taken just a few days ago. Winter can be a very good time for woodland mosses.
edge of the woods
whose woods
cattails
goldenrod in winter
old barn
so many places for light to leak in
bubbles
frozen into ice— ephemeral pond
