The Hollow (35)

holloway overhung with ancient trees n Cornwall
This entry is part 35 of 48 in the series The Hollow

 

after failing
this year to blossom

Clintonia leaves

 

seedhead

the two sterile florets’
showy bracts

 

the mountain road’s
one straight stretch

turning to look back

 

headwater stream
a dark and slender
mink’s road

The Hollow (34)

holloway overhung with ancient trees n Cornwall
This entry is part 34 of 48 in the series The Hollow

 

25 years
since the snow that brought it down
measured in moss

 

after the chainsaw
the silence
big as ever

 

windthrow
ice storm
blizzard

where are the canopy gaps of yesteryear

 

one small bird
to salvage all those logs

winter wren song

The Hollow (33)

holloway overhung with ancient trees n Cornwall
This entry is part 33 of 48 in the series The Hollow

 

elderly beech

bark gathered in folds as if
it doesn’t fit right

 

zigzag scar
in a hemlock trunk

its sealed lips

 

graceful
the arc of a tree’s
mid-life crisis

 

the vanishing distance
between their two positions

oakhemlock

The Hollow (32)

holloway overhung with ancient trees n Cornwall
This entry is part 32 of 48 in the series The Hollow

 

the cousin who once
impersonated a bear

tall tree tales

 

just there
a barred owl used to blink
at the rare car

 

dim hemlocked light

recalling my childish fear
at a bobcat’s hiss

 

hemlock refuge
threatened by needle eaters

I avoid looking up

The Hollow (31)

holloway overhung with ancient trees n Cornwall
This entry is part 31 of 48 in the series The Hollow

 

looking for beechdrops’
nondescript stalks

the road down dips up

 

hollow or holler?
just ’round the bend
the stream falls away

 

deepening ravine

trees stretched thin
to reach the sky

 

musclewood

I was that skinny once

The Hollow (30)

holloway overhung with ancient trees n Cornwall
This entry is part 30 of 48 in the series The Hollow

 

standing beside
its toppled twin

cucumber magnolia

 

beneath the white oak
200-year old charcoal
crumbles from the bank

 

the bright red club’s
rotten handle

jack-in-the-pulpit

 

jack or jill

transitioning to female
from the pulpit

The Hollow (29)

holloway overhung with ancient trees n Cornwall
This entry is part 29 of 48 in the series The Hollow

 

its rust-reds and purples
in season at last

corrugated pipe

 

shelf fungi
growing at right angles
since the tree fell over

 

with such deep-veined hearts
you’d expect three-winged fruit

wild yam

 

young hepatica leaves

white hair’s in style now
I hear

The Hollow (28)

holloway overhung with ancient trees n Cornwall
This entry is part 28 of 48 in the series The Hollow

 

road-bank beech tree

skinny roots hanging on
to each other

 

an exclusive crowd of beeches

smart gray bark
yet to canker

 

inward-looking

a beech tree’s eye-
shaped scars

 

even by day
the beech grove retains
something of the moon

The Hollow (27)

holloway overhung with ancient trees n Cornwall
This entry is part 27 of 48 in the series The Hollow

 

another ash I never noticed

lit up by the sun
its death let in

 

for so many years
I saw it as an eye

island in the stream

 

don’t call them Indian graves
these mounds
that once held roots

 

God or microbes
everywhere you look
undiscovered

The Hollow (26)

holloway overhung with ancient trees n Cornwall
This entry is part 26 of 48 in the series The Hollow

 

that gap between
crowns of adjacent trees
and what goes on underground

 

just one fling
on the way up

fox grape

 

Solomon’s seal

withered leaves curl around
the glossy black drupe

 

crustose lichen on a rock

its complex inner life