fear spiralling in my hand
Tag: dead trees
green again
this dream of endless mountains
geese heading north
a dog in the valley
adds its voice
white birch stump
the absolution
of snow
day moon
through bare branches
with its horns out
mountaintop hemlocks
the last katydid’s
creaky love song
first fire
all the light that won’t
shine again
saying hello
to a moss-covered log
heron wingbeats
slow fall
the standing dead
turn blue
dark hollow
all this time where
the great oak stood
sun after rain
the dust on
my glasses
crow mimicking
a crow hunter’s
crow call