an inchworm’s pure green
on my hat brim
Category: haiku
coffin-shaped spring
the plucked banjo string
of a tanager
rain still falling from the trees
wood thrush song
the millipede’s carnival colors
I forget where I am
half-way up the mountain
a whiff
of the river
up slope
on all fours
the growl in my chest
lady slipper
every way a bee
can bumble
wood ears
another language
I’ve lost
sun after rain
the dust on
my glasses
watching
the live stream
lonesome hollow
steady rain
not wishing to be
anywhere else
sitting
for a spell
sand stone
