out walking

on this lovely snow
winter gnats

summer’s end

a bumblebee embracing
all the petals

election season

again this cloud of gnats

inchworm

in the afterlife’s pale beauty

back from a hike

a leaf-footed bug on the Honda

trailside stump

an emerald ash borer’s
whole journey

clearing wind

I’ve managed to escape my flies

first cold morning

two caterpillars sleeping
in each other’s fur

first cool night

the whole milky way
between crickets

What May Come

Where did it come from, this premonition that someday I will be parted from my head?

winter’s over

time to shed your coat 
woolly bear

Question mark

In a distant field, a white house glows like a sail in the late-March sun.