a falling branch crashes
my party of one
Category: haiku
this must be the place
the black-throated green warbler
is whispering
more dead children
I go for a walk in rain
that should be snow
another year gone
the traditional sauerkraut
salty as tears
Christmas morning
all the trees graffitied
with fresh snow
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
