the moss grows fat
on the milk of clouds
Category: haiku
winter fog
bare branches turn
green again
that faint overlay
on every cellphone photo—
my own face
boulder field in snow
its only other crop
besides lichen
turkeys in snow
each footprint resembles
a bird in flight
bitter cold day
crushing dried horsebalm
for the scent of lemons
dog in the fog
muzzle swiveling to catch
every scent
icy road
leaving the car in the care
of the low sun
mountaintop pond
the blind dog lapping
at her reflection
sawed-off end of a log
sawed-off end of a log
now riddled
with openings
maple-leaf viburnum
maple-leaf viburnum / turns out its true color / is viburnum
spicebush swallowtail
probing the beebalm’s red forked tongues
