it’s not my revolution
winter trees
Category: forest
the shock of recognition
ant gallery
Brush Mountain
the upward mobility
of water
ice-bound forest
the raven’s
circling croak
skinned alive
by a porcupine
sweet birch
hoarfrost
my breath freezing
to my beard
whale-shaped drifts
the weight
of my snowshoes
melting snow
for tea
time alone
fisher tracks
the swaying shadows
of trees
high wind
losing parts of words
sleep deprivation
a small bird’s shadow
crossing the snow
snowpack
the afterlife
of ghost plants
