rain still falling from the trees

wood thrush song

the millipede’s carnival colors

I forget where I am

half-way up the mountain

a whiff
of the river

up slope

on all fours
the growl in my chest

mayfly dance

the cloying scent
of azaleas

lady slipper

every way a bee
can bumble

wood ears

another language
I’ve lost

sun after rain

the dust on
my glasses

watching

the live stream
lonesome hollow

sitting

for a spell
sand stone

un-

POSTED sign
of a bear
I stay out
with fewer words

say morel

and they all hide
say the old times