that faint overlay

on every cellphone photo—
my own face

boulder field in snow

its only other crop
besides lichen

each footprint resembles
a bird in flight

crushing dried horsebalm
for the scent of lemons

muzzle swiveling to catch
every scent

leaving the car in the care
of the low sun

the blind dog lapping
at her reflection

sawed-off end of a log
now riddled
with openings

maple-leaf viburnum / turns out its true color / is viburnum

probing the beebalm’s red forked tongues

haiku: state forest / a maze of snail trails / on the road sign

at the trailhead / a maple limb grows down / into the earth