some of the clouds are in bloom
Category: forest
into the woods
what fresh horror’s red balloon
in deep snow
slow to escape the stink of snowmobiles
off the off-trail trail
whose snow drifts
snow spider
exploring all sides of a boot print
New Year’s snow
for once I remember a dream
a sheltered spot
where the internet ends creaking in the wind
north face
the fall softened by moss
i insist on a whisper
fallen leaves
woodpecker cackle
where a caterpillar hung one dancing leaf
where a bird entered
the world as an egg
in the company
of mushrooms flying your leaf
