a bluebird’s warble
Category: haiga
into the woods
what fresh horror’s red balloon
in deep snow
slow to escape the stink of snowmobiles
moon for ballast
the field feeds its owl
off the off-trail trail
whose snow drifts
on snowshoes
crossing paths with a sparrow
on wings of blowing snow
my tracks vanish
snow spider
exploring all sides of a boot print
Christmastide
a powerline’s procession of crosses
New Year’s snow
for once I remember a dream
Christmas Eve
between the sirens serenity
a sheltered spot
where the internet ends creaking in the wind
