wet snow resting
on a bench
Category: forest
spent spikes
of American cancer-root
a zipless fly
damp leaves
left by the winter’s snow
a shed antler
summer dream
dust on my glasses
when i wake
snap shots of ice
everyone freezes
solstice sunrise
a quiet gurgle
from the spring
out walking
on this lovely snow
winter gnats
spring cleaning
a heart made of yarn
gives up its dust
two last berries
left to bear
the darkest blues
morning spider
making way
into wait
in this underworld
a snaketongue truffleclub’s blackened fork
new moon
over the Gaza strip
every eyelid
