tunnel vision

the darkness returning
each of our words

arboretum

catching the eye
of a rabbit

Covid notebook

all the pages abandoned
for a green stain

Dispatch from the Front

We call them invasive species now, but they didn’t ask to be brought here and planted ‘for wildlife,’ the multiflora roses, Amur honeysuckles, Russian olives, Japanese barberries…

mountaintop

learning the raven’s word
for a human

spring snow

the black dog’s  irrepressible tongue

fresh snow in flyover country

nobody’s tracks

lake view

blue paint marking the end
of the clearcut

Christmas bird count

learning every song
of the wind

first snow of the year

using my inside voice

election season

again this cloud of gnats

Raised by Trees

Before my salad days, I was sour as cabbage…