Ogle Township

letting my shadow
lead the way

first fire

all the light that won’t
shine again

old birch

the wild gestures of one
living alone

aviary vulture

the unyielding bones
of its cage

all in black I pass

a walker all in white
autumn mountain

saying hello

to a moss-covered log
heron wingbeats

tree crickets

am I walking
the right way

slow fall

the standing dead
turn blue

fog saved in a cobweb

so lifelike

death in autumn

that inevitable cliché // the deplorable rightness of nature

safety orange

among blood-colored leaves—hunting season

fallen hornets’ nest

the empty days
in his pocket calendar