empty henhouse

all the wild birds are scolding something in the hedge

stripped of all focus

I don’t notice the hunter standing in a tree

October snow

I hold onto an apple core until it turns brown

blossoming witch hazel

I pound a stuck storm window with a Chinese dictionary

red-spotted newt

even on land it still steers with its tail

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