the pond’s island
of ice
crescent moon
a timberdoodle’s high fluttery whistle
geese heading north
a dog in the valley
adds its voice
Premonition
The feeling that something is about to happen, out here where nothing ever happens…
Bell’s Gap
Strolling down the Allegheny Front on an old rail bed. A haibun.
aerial bombardment
ice falling from the trees over here
coming storm
a stump-water pool
glassy with ice
first bifocals
the blurry line between
winter snd spring
Winter Forest
Visiting Dad’s grave yesterday, I had a strong sense of his absence amid the fundamental indifference of nature.
winter wind
porcupine napping
on the latrine
up
in a cold cloud
trees and all
Coyote Winter
When I stand up, I see the large coyote that’s been watching me—who knows for how long—from 50 feet away.
