breaking boughs
bent live oak branches
the weight of ice
today this mask
feels good
by James Brush
Category: Micropoems
These micropoems aka “small stones” are short observational micro-poem-things mostly about nature. They are the result of paying close attention to the world around and writing from those moments.
cop sirens
the woods between us
coyotes
knotted bird nests dot
barefingered trees
twisted fists
shake at a sky
too warm for January
even in Austin
longing for Austin
the grackle
–after Bashō (tr: Jane Reichhold)
slow school day
circles of green moss
on concrete
memorial bench
over a decade old now
weeds between the stones
spring red bud
an open hand
catching sky
two vultures
fly toward the sunrise
almost spring
