the downtrodden snow
ready to shine
long winter
shadows
of witness trees
Heart-Shaped Hole
Over the past year since St. Valentine betrayed me, I’ve shed four stone walking it off.
moonlight
on my bed
winter dreams
February wind
how to scratch the mountain
until it purrs
Vagabond
If I were a tree, head-down in the earth, I’d stretch one toe into the clouds.
melting through
the heritage
of snow fleas
back from a walk
finding a clump of snow
in my coat pocket
creaking limbs
shrink-wrapped in ice
my evergreen
February thaw
blood on the road resuming
its slow journey
marks in the snow
from a dangling vine
the wind and me
Why I walk
[haibun]
snow-bound trees
I’d like to die
on my feet
