the pristine faces
of artist’s conks
Category: haiku
mushroomier now
the chainsawed end of a hemlock
among acorns
taking root
the retriever’s snout
burial tree
my 100,000 miles of veins
high winds
a falling branch crashes
my party of one
this must be the place
the black-throated green warbler
is whispering
more dead children
I go for a walk in rain
that should be snow
another year gone
the traditional sauerkraut
salty as tears
Christmas morning
all the trees graffitied
with fresh snow
lost in the woods
the only trail signs
are in Bear
