the long shadows

move silently where horses once paced

Hercules’-club

skinny shadows lead to thorny trunks

root hairs on a toppled tree are the only gossamer

weed stalks stipple the mountain laurel’s shadow

a doe follows the bootprints as far as she can

where bees hummed in August sparkles on the snow

shadows of six-inch weeds stripe the stump

A display box had been set on end, and when the late afternoon sun passed through it, it left this … More