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Follow Spring presses in, circling my ribbed fences, leaping easily to merry mud-track across the…

Cranesong So it turns out  falling stars aren’t suns gone dark but rocks on fire,…

Tribute It was how shadows in blue branches made tributaries  across snow. I paused, not…

Kinglet for Inger It wasn’t always like this. For years I mourned you with sackcloth,…

Clouds As the wind, sly-fingered, plucked at the hemlocks they shivered, gently, shedding fine showers…

Forest Hello, said the spruce cone, and teetered on its tip  before toppling to one…

February Dragons The sun summons dragons, knob-spined and snow-scaled, coming in smoking to stain the liquid-lit…

Spruce Grouse Frost Both winter’s firm grip and a feel-your-way fog  has opened this ridge …

Tree Mink It looks nothing like it, that inky drip of summery mink who streamed…

December 2020 Hello! I’m so glad you’re here. I’ve decided to wait and not publish…