bound tight

by a dead leaf—
cleavers

still nodding

where the fisher broke cover
foamflowers

shadbush

pale as the memory
of shadbush

jumping spider

pressed flat except for
its arc of eyes

ancient street tree

all its alternative routes
marked X

dog sniffing

past the trailing arbutus—
coyote scat

throbbing

a hundred ways at once—
wood frog party

spring equinox

the tracks of the wind
have yet to melt

mountainside

echoing with tundra swans
a dead deer

quartzite

on a warm winter day
the absence of bees

trapped in ice

the cattails shape-shift
into clouds

Audubon walk

admiring a pheasant’s
dismembered foot