maple-leaf viburnum

maple-leaf viburnum / turns out its true color / is viburnum

spicebush swallowtail

probing the beebalm’s red forked tongues

haiku: state forest / a maze of snail trails / on the road sign

at the trailhead / a maple limb grows down / into the earth

indigo bunting corpse / in front of my door / shockingly blue

snake at my feet / wanting and not wanting / to stroke its scales

the acrid odor / of a stinkbug’s fear / kitchen spider

skull / on my filing cabinet / still has all its teeth

haiku: “sprouting acorns / the No Hunting sign / nearly blank with age”

haiku: “big fake stare / the caterpillar is tired / of being a caterpillar”

throwing his voice so the woodstove warbles—Carolina wren

snow squall
the dog stops tugging
on the leash