sprouting acorns

haiku: “sprouting acorns / the No Hunting sign / nearly blank with age”

big fake stare

haiku: “big fake stare / the caterpillar is tired / of being a caterpillar”

throwing his voice so the woodstove warbles—Carolina wren

snow squall
the dog stops tugging
on the leash

rainbows
where the chainsaw sat
leaking oil

always has vacancies— dead maple

draws a circle on the snow with a trapped leaf

red and green against the snow— Merry fucking Christmas

nothing but the sound of the wind hissing in the weeds

their stains leak in thin tendrils down the face of the wall

even with these special seats squirrels still make a mess

now the leaves get more of the sky than just sunlight