speaking in moss
Category: forest
Appalachian spring
the pale green sugar
maples’ sun
unfinished
with its commitments
living stump
pole timber
going on and on
about class
all that effort
to pose as a corpse
wake-robins
shack
in the forest
the footfalls of moss
climbing the mountain
a new cloud
almost in bloom
April wood turtle
seeking shade
within
hepaticas
the mountain’s timeless
spring fashions
what flutters
in the leaf litter
hepaticas
April woods
the sun and I on
the same path
early spring
the first pink sprig
of a snake’s tongue
