fog

from the noisy valley
be my ghost

spring mountain

someday even this birthday
balloon won’t exist

up

in a cold cloud
trees and all

fog saved in a cobweb

so lifelike

foggy solstice

the “cosmic” flavor of the cloud
from her vape

ridgetop forest

the moss grows fat
on the milk of clouds

winter fog

bare branches turn
green again

beside the oak

with a huge round hole an uncanny silence

foggy woods

the sassafras follows a crooked route to the sky