What Forests Know

There’s a mirrored slant
of shine

angling certain light
that shows the woe
of sunken scars

the landscape listens
as they go

Swear

pinkies
the moon
or

River Styx
ink &
promise

faith
won’t fix
 

Friend Tree

      girl
sawed down
before you
were
       ever seen
clear-cut 
still green

Modernism Final

grasshoppers
tall in talking grass
mute the mind
of winter rain
astonishing
untamed

Put Down Your Pen

tell me
when to be
done

with this world
sinking
in the bright
dirt of reason

Behold, Tomorrow

in mind of winter
if it snows
I will cross
nothing
myself
who listens

Gin & Gingerbread

send me a Christmas
recipe

sweet as a Mercedes
like a hymn bites
into me