some of the clouds are in bloom
Category: haiku
river road
passed by a floating tire
when the wind drops
a bluebird’s warble
into the woods
what fresh horror’s red balloon
Floatation devices
Fully half of my Instagram followers now appear to be sex workers…
in deep snow
slow to escape the stink of snowmobiles
moon for ballast
the field feeds its owl
off the off-trail trail
whose snow drifts
on snowshoes
crossing paths with a sparrow
on wings of blowing snow
my tracks vanish
snow spider
exploring all sides of a boot print
Christmastide
a powerline’s procession of crosses
