the other mountain hidden
by falling snow
Tag: trees
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
unseasonably warm
a woodpecker’s
urgent knocks
siren
in the bare sycamores
evening sun
my first forest
56 years later
with heron legs
returning
to the mountain
its hiking stick
winter sunrise
on an empty stomach
trying not to stare
among all
the falling snowflakes
one brown leaf
Hunter’s cap
I was trying to find another world. It was right here all along.
hunter’s cap
a bell-like sound
from the raven’s throat
