spring equinox

the sound of a bat
taking a drink

frog pond

taking the sky 
for a ride

winter’s end

tentacles of ice
beside the spring

coming storm

a stump-water pool
glassy with ice

moonlight

on my bed
winter dreams​

creaking limbs

shrink-wrapped in ice
my evergreen

February thaw

blood on the road resuming
its slow journey

back among familiar trees

my shadow
stretches out

old subduction zone

the wren sings down
another stream

longest night

between the strips
of moonlight

sapless trees

I’m already passing
that distant lake

shapes in the clouds

a lone kayaker raising her phone