all the trees graffitied
with fresh snow
Category: haiku
lost in the woods
the only trail signs
are in Bear
winter wonderland
the dog digs up a pile
of frozen guts
thirsty dog
the pond’s ice creaks
under her weight
forsythia
blooming in December
so much for kigo
old jawbones
lying at right angles—
my camera is a phone
mountain road
the forest within a forest
of porcupine quills
ancestral masks
the eyes go back
to being shadows
it’s not winter
it’s white springtime
#fakenews
college town
even the old motel
is younger than me
Four months away
even the full moon isn’t
where I left it
bronze Gandhi
patina sending tendrils
toward the earth
