morning spider

making way
into wait

Christmas bird count

learning every song
of the wind

through the hair on my arm
autumn mosquito

where a caterpillar hung one dancing leaf

ten thousand wave in unison
on a beech twig

moving on without us fireflies

Train following the river; snowflakes following the train.

I lost my sense of smell for just two days. When it came back, the first odor I noticed was soil.

the shrinking circle
of my needs

I dreamed myself adrift in a forest of the dead.

A found videopoem.

they can’t possibly be gathering
all on their own