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

fool moon

that photo-negative sun
when I close my eyes

wind-sculpted snow

my caravan
of one