sassafras
Category: forest
spring mountain
some of the clouds are in bloom
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
