the old logging railroad’s
boggy bed
under this lush life
more mountain
cable footbridge
the autumn river’s
unhurried flow
Ogle Township
letting my shadow
lead the way
first fire
all the light that won’t
shine again
old birch
the wild gestures of one
living alone
aviary vulture
the unyielding bones
of its cage
all in black I pass
a walker all in white
autumn mountain
saying hello
to a moss-covered log
heron wingbeats
tree crickets
am I walking
the right way
slow fall
the standing dead
turn blue
fog saved in a cobweb
so lifelike
