a new cloud
almost in bloom
Tag: trees
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
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
