whiter
oak
Tag: snow
purple
stripes on trees
nothing’s private
as for me
the mossy side
of the trunk
gray
fox’s leftover
junco feathers
clinging
to what leaves
American beech
fresh snow
a vole’s
wandering hill
crow mimicking
a crow hunter’s
crow call
mountain
without peaks
keep going
no visitors
to track up my snow
mourning dove wings
snowfall
imagine being buried
in a blank page
January
the shrinking circle
of my needs
distant gunshots
the new tattoo
has turned scaly
