where it lost a limb

a glimpse of twisted heartwood mosquito in my ear

old bolete

gnats follow the branching cracks in its skin

first rain in weeks

the dry canyons in my moss garden disappear

night-blooming cereus

two spiders feed on a white moth

twinleaf

two missing petals but still an immaculate shadow

hepatica in bloom

I jangle the loose change in my pocket

first coltsfoot flowers

take aim at the overcast sky

icicles lengthen

the snow shares a shadow with the wall

bent stalk of brome

three corkscrew leaves stuck in the snow

weighted by ice

the laurel leaves turn pale-side up

snow-covered gabions

suddenly I want to descend those giant steps

in the snowy track

a grass blade curved into the Arabic for “eye”