trembling in the breeze
of passing trucks
unfinished
with its commitments
living stump
pole timber
going on and on
about class
all that effort
to pose as a corpse
wake-robins
spring cleaning
in the wilderness
of a broom
shack
in the forest
the footfalls of moss
sunset
filling my mug
spring peepers
climbing the mountain
a new cloud
almost in bloom
April wood turtle
seeking shade
within
hepaticas
the mountain’s timeless
spring fashions
what flutters
in the leaf litter
hepaticas
April woods
the sun and I on
the same path
