Bell’s Gap

Strolling down the Allegheny Front on an old rail bed. A haibun.

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