a single stalk of grass pointing toward town
Category: forest
greenbriar canopy
a thousand sections of sky & one yellow leaf
fresh snow
a boil on the black birch looks good enough to lick
damp with snowmelt
the oak log’s colors are so bright I have to touch
rain beads
on each numbered leaf in the study group
inside the deer fence
the 200-year-old white oak isn’t stirring
witch hazel clump
collects enough leaves to make its own woods
dead locust bark
alive with color in between the cracks
bone-white sticks
trapped in the cross-hatch foliage new blue ice
green ice
caps the vernal pond it’s January
an ancient beach
on the sandstone ridge we still stoop for baubles
foggy woods
the sassafras follows a crooked route to the sky
