Strolling down the Allegheny Front on an old rail bed. A haibun.
Tag: shadows
back from a walk
finding a clump of snow
in my coat pocket
marks in the snow
from a dangling vine
the wind and me
deserted trail
dead leaves rising up
to dance
The idea of a Primal
Some thoughts toward a rite of spring.
sleep deprivation
a small bird’s shadow
crossing the snow
trail maps
the easy chair’s
mountain
empty henhouse
all the wild birds are scolding something in the hedge
icicles lengthen
the snow shares a shadow with the wall
bright winter morning
trees drag the rippled snow with their nets
doe in snowy woods
digging through the blue shadows in search of food
cast-iron porch chairs
the paint may be chipping but what fine shadows