move silently where horses once paced
Category: meadow
a crowd of weed-stalks
they’ll all fall down when the snow melts
monarch caterpillar
there is no milkweed but milkweed
weeds at winter’s end
a few still manage to stand upright
snowy field
the milkweed’s silk has frozen in mid-spill
in the snow
under an impaled rag of a leaf something squeaks
far below freezing
the pond ice grows a quilt of downy hoarfrost
free of its seeds
the dried wild mustard looks ready for anything
icy meadow
dried seedheads get to bloom a second time
white with rime
the locust sapling looks electric beside the bowed spruce
back field
fog drifts through branches rigid with ice
groundhog
plowing through brambles spots me through the glass
