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