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

fallen tree

the skeleton it wasn’t