anchored to a projecting twig a gleaming ring
Category: forest
between the blue stones
the snowplow pushed off the road yellow coltsfoot wheels
the snow gone
white versus green figure & ground switch on the striped maple
mourning cloak
won’t your tongue get stuck to that icy snow?
groped for each other
& stopped just short of grappling wild grape tendrils
dead tendril
still clinging tight to a quarter inch of nothing
vernal pool
leafy muck visible through each reflected trunk
the dead oak
has sprouted fat icicles where it spans the spring
early spring creek
icicles get wavier as they near the water
such a presence
the snow all around is flecked with black
dead sharp-shinned hawk
only its inner eyelids have fallen shut
the long shadows
move silently where horses once paced
