a faint smell of summer through an open door
white barn in winter
a wind-chapped look where the old red bleeds through
snow so deep
any arrangement of sticks seems significant
moon in eclipse
I remember every place I’ve seen that ember
snow squall
only the H is still visible on the No Hunting sign
locust leaves
on the flat black roof haloed in dew
snow-bound woods
root hairs on a toppled tree are the only gossamer
snowy right-of-way
weed stalks stipple the mountain laurel’s shadow
drifted snow
a doe follows the bootprints as far as she can
a still child
only her eyes keep dancing
where the snow has melted
the mountain’s true skin slick & glistening
far below freezing
the pond ice grows a quilt of downy hoarfrost
