the other mountain hidden
by falling snow
Category: forest
white birch stump
the absolution
of snow
written in snow
the epic journey
of a mouse
ground and sky white
whichever way the nuthatch turns
tea time
the winter sun strained
through bare branches
coyote
whose woods these are
while we sleep
back among familiar trees
my shadow
stretches out
old subduction zone
the wren sings down
another stream
unseasonably warm
a woodpecker’s
urgent knocks
my first forest
56 years later
with heron legs
returning
to the mountain
its hiking stick
earthstars
halfway up the mountain
beginning to fade
