springing through an old fern leaf art deco stamens
Category: forest
skunk cabbage
each avoiding the others’ hot, foul breath
mourning cloak on a twig
the forest floor belongs to the quick bright comma
bright winter morning
trees drag the rippled snow with their nets
tree shadows
even better on the drifts than my snowshoes
late afternoon sun
the flapping of an unknown bird fills the spruce with shadows
doe in snowy woods
digging through the blue shadows in search of food
ancient hemlock grove
I find the patch of moss where I once spent the night
fields already green
between this ridge and the next still brown, still blue
two hepaticas
a strand of silk joins their hairy stems
plastic trail marker
the click beetle’s antennae sweep back and forth
trailing arbutus
an eyeful of ratty leaves when I bend down to sniff
