slumming it in the leaf duff still looks fabulous
Category: forest
new hepatica leaves
fine hairs stirring from the photographer’s breath
ice rings
as if some logger felled a tree of ice
stripped of all focus
I don’t notice the hunter standing in a tree
October snow
I hold onto an apple core until it turns brown
red-spotted newt
even on land it still steers with its tail
where it lost a limb
a glimpse of twisted heartwood mosquito in my ear
old bolete
gnats follow the branching cracks in its skin
twinleaf
two missing petals but still an immaculate shadow
hepatica in bloom
I jangle the loose change in my pocket
weighted by ice
the laurel leaves turn pale-side up
snow-covered gabions
suddenly I want to descend those giant steps
