Visiting Dad’s grave yesterday, I had a strong sense of his absence amid the fundamental indifference of nature.
Tag: snow
up
in a cold cloud
trees and all
Coyote Winter
When I stand up, I see the large coyote that’s been watching me—who knows for how long—from 50 feet away.
sunset moon
the downtrodden snow
ready to shine
long winter
shadows
of witness trees
February wind
how to scratch the mountain
until it purrs
Vagabond
If I were a tree, head-down in the earth, I’d stretch one toe into the clouds.
melting through
the heritage
of snow fleas
back from a walk
finding a clump of snow
in my coat pocket
February thaw
blood on the road resuming
its slow journey
marks in the snow
from a dangling vine
the wind and me
Why I walk
[haibun]
snow-bound trees
I’d like to die
on my feet
