green bubbles from the frog who jumped in
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.
river on a cloudy day
these groundless blues
on foot
the empty streets smell of rain
rough sleeper
in an alcove
stained glass
rattlesnake
at the scenic vista the distant sun
never over the moon
my poor little eyestalk
unplanned detour
bear cubs climbing into the sky
sleet melting in the Beltane sun
fringed polygala
4/20
the way day-old leaves prepare for flight
not as bright as my phone
full moon
American bittersweet
on his gravestone low as the sun
picnic for one
in the autumn forest
white hair aglow
a wild lettuce seed
drifts past
