transported to the mountaintop food for eagles
ice rings
as if some logger felled a tree of ice
old railroad trestle
shoes dangle by their laces where we used to climb
empty henhouse
all the wild birds are scolding something in the hedge
stripped of all focus
I don’t notice the hunter standing in a tree
October snow
I hold onto an apple core until it turns brown
blossoming witch hazel
I pound a stuck storm window with a Chinese dictionary
red-spotted newt
even on land it still steers with its tail
where it lost a limb
a glimpse of twisted heartwood mosquito in my ear
old bolete
gnats follow the branching cracks in its skin
first rain in weeks
the dry canyons in my moss garden disappear
night-blooming cereus
two spiders feed on a white moth
