one look back and we’ve both
grown old
Tag: trees
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
if I can’t dance
it’s not my revolution
winter trees
hoarfrost
my breath freezing
to my beard
fool moon
that photo-negative sun
when I close my eyes
just at the point
of running away
white-tailed deer
trail maps
the easy chair’s
mountain
snow
whiter
oak
on a path
swallowed by forest
horned moon
