blue mountains

the dragon in my rock
will never hatch

Ogle Township

letting my shadow
lead the way

up and down

these ancient mountains
my wobbly knees

driving home from the hospital

the boundless sky

Appalachian spring

the pale green sugar
maples’ sun

climbing the mountain

a new cloud
almost in bloom

behind the swamp

with its skunk cabbages
an empty airport

pruning season

the angel of history’s
prosthetic wings

fallow

mountaintop field
feeding clouds

daybreak

in January
only crows crow

mountain

without peaks
keep going

power plant plumes

dead broomsedge hissing
in the ridgetop wind