the shock of recognition

ant gallery

Brush Mountain

the upward mobility
of water

now that it’s just my winter

mud dauber nests

ice-bound forest

the raven’s
circling croak

skinned alive

by a porcupine
sweet birch

hoarfrost

my breath freezing
to my beard

whale-shaped drifts

the weight
of my snowshoes

melting snow

for tea
time alone

below zero

converting my loneliness
to metric

fisher tracks

the swaying shadows
of trees

high wind

losing parts of words

two-day snowstorm

rodent teeth find
something to gnaw