mountains that used to be snow
bleeding out
which cloud
harbors the sun
winter aconites
spring migration
caravans
of sandstone
skull
that ain’t a skull
winter’s end
where the sun
don’t shine
porcupine
fallow
mountaintop field
feeding clouds
snowshoes
as old as I am
raw hide
if I can’t dance
it’s not my revolution
winter trees
the shock of recognition
ant gallery
Brush Mountain
the upward mobility
of water
now that it’s just my winter
mud dauber nests
ice-bound forest
the raven’s
circling croak
