snow

whiter
oak

on a path

swallowed by forest
horned moon

purple

stripes on trees
nothing’s private

clinging

to what leaves
American beech

mountain

without peaks
keep going

distant gunshots

the new tattoo
has turned scaly

growing needles

in an icy fog—
perjury charges

American bittersweet

the great poet’s death
trending on Twitter

mountain gorge

we climb to gaze at the stream’s
effortless descent

dying old-growth

the pristine faces
of artist’s conks

mushroomier now

the chainsawed end of a hemlock

among acorns

taking root
the retriever’s snout