blank spaces on the map
returning
to my upstairs bedroom
my own body heat
autumn pond
a bottomless blue
six inches deep
Mountain stream: haiku or tanka?
mountain stream talking to myself
pine scent
of a pine
discarded needles
mountaintop hemlocks
the last katydid’s
creaky love song
pitcher plants
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
