geese heading north

a dog in the valley
adds its voice

Bell’s Gap

Strolling down the Allegheny Front on an old rail bed. A haibun.

ice falling from the trees  over here

a stump-water pool
glassy with ice

Visiting Dad’s grave yesterday, I had a strong sense of his absence amid the fundamental indifference of nature.

porcupine napping
on the latrine

in a cold cloud
trees and all

When I stand up, I see the large coyote that’s been watching me—who knows for how long—from 50 feet away.

shadows
of witness trees

Over the past year since St. Valentine betrayed me, I’ve shed four stone walking it off.

how to scratch the mountain
until it purrs

If I were a tree, head-down in the earth, I’d stretch one toe into the clouds.