speaking in moss
Tag: trees
Appalachian spring
the pale green sugar
maples’ sun
unfinished
with its commitments
living stump
pole timber
going on and on
about class
shack
in the forest
the footfalls of moss
climbing the mountain
a new cloud
almost in bloom
favorite childhood spot
missing
that rusty bucket
spring fling
one look back and we’ve both
grown old
happy
or apprehensive
old black birch
mouse bones
repackaged by an owl
daylight savings
pruning season
the angel of history’s
prosthetic wings
where the sun
don’t shine
porcupine
