between this ridge and the next still brown, still blue
Category: forest
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
wood frog egg-mass
anchored to a projecting twig a gleaming ring
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
