my shadow
taking the shot
Category: forest
happy
or apprehensive
old black birch
spring migration
caravans
of sandstone
where the sun
don’t shine
porcupine
if I can’t dance
it’s not my revolution
winter trees
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
