of the wolf
mother tree
Tag: trees
tracking snow
the mountain cut open
by a new road
time machine
you too
have never existed
second snow
my dreams these days
have other stars
bodies
on the side of the road
ready for winter
Thanksgiving sky
the trees’ white skeletons
when I close my eyes
witch hazel
sun shriveling
in effigy
moonrise
shadows open
their wings
sapless trees
I’m already passing
that distant lake
deserted trail
dead leaves rising up
to dance
wilderness peak
checking my phone
for a signal
autumn pond
a bottomless blue
six inches deep
