the buzzing gets louder every time the wind blows
fresh paint
a butterfly lands on the ladder to have a taste
luna moth
its enormous antennae attract a harvestman
a forest glade
gracile stalks bending under the weight of seeds
I’m that yokel
staring as vacantly as I can at your one-way glass
false solomon’s seal
acts like it doesn’t even know the shadowy leaves
leafprint in concrete
I wouldn’t have hesitated to step on the real thing
shadblow
blossoms lost to the heat in just four days
hepatica
springing through an old fern leaf art deco stamens
skunk cabbage
each avoiding the others’ hot, foul breath
mourning cloak on a twig
the forest floor belongs to the quick bright comma
bright winter morning
trees drag the rippled snow with their nets
