old bolete
gnats follow the branching cracks
in its skin
first rain in weeks
the dry canyons in my moss garden
disappear
night-blooming cereus
two spiders feed
on a white moth
twinleaf
two missing petals but still
an immaculate shadow
hepatica in bloom
I jangle the loose change
in my pocket
first coltsfoot flowers
take aim at the overcast sky
icicles lengthen
the snow shares a shadow
with the wall
bent stalk of brome
three corkscrew leaves
stuck in the snow
weighted by ice
the laurel leaves turn
pale-side up
snow-covered gabions
suddenly I want to descend
those giant steps
