an ancient beach

on the sandstone ridge we still stoop for baubles

foggy woods

the sassafras follows a crooked route to the sky

shadows of six-inch weeds stripe the stump

only a slight shimmy in the ferns’ reflections

I want to pick out all the hairs

It’s a black cherry log, but I don’t know what the little brown nodule was.

This was taken in late December, after the first snowpack melted off, whence the slightly crushed appearance.

Taken just a few days ago. Winter can be a very good time for woodland mosses.