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…
Category: haiku
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…
wandering
through the hair on my arm
autumn mosquito
Curl of an ache: six haiku
trail
turning dappled salamander
tail
my tormenters
drowning in my tea
such minor sorrows
