first cold morning

two caterpillars sleeping
in each other’s fur

first cool night

the whole milky way
between crickets

morning fog

woken by a text
about birds

where the oak

split off from its lost half open mouthed

Fog walker

fog walker 
the millipede’s carpet 
of legs

Berry season: four haiku

swamp forest 
hugging the bucket 
of blueberries

hot hike

wearing my halo 
of poison

storm cellar

one last Mason jar
of white lightning

lost dog (linked verses)

lost dog 
enchanter’s nightshade burs 
in its ears

hot tub

laid bare in the woods a junkie’s pale face​

sunset gold

under umbrellas a buzzing phone​

ghost pipes

sweating through the longest day of the year​