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

of the wolf
mother tree

the mountain cut open
by a new road

you too
have never existed

my dreams these days
have other stars

on the side of the road
ready for winter

the trees’ white skeletons
when I close my eyes

sun shriveling
in effigy

shadows open
their wings

I’m already passing
that distant lake

dead leaves rising up
to dance