When I stand up, I see the large coyote that’s been watching me—who knows for how long—from 50 feet away.
Tag: trees
long winter
shadows
of witness trees
Heart-Shaped Hole
Over the past year since St. Valentine betrayed me, I’ve shed four stone walking it off.
February wind
how to scratch the mountain
until it purrs
Vagabond
If I were a tree, head-down in the earth, I’d stretch one toe into the clouds.
marks in the snow
from a dangling vine
the wind and me
Why I walk
[haibun]
snow-bound trees
I’d like to die
on my feet
wandering thoughts
the other mountain hidden
by falling snow
white birch stump
the absolution
of snow
ground and sky white
whichever way the nuthatch turns
tea time
the winter sun strained
through bare branches
back among familiar trees
my shadow
stretches out
