The Hollow (46)

This entry is part 46 of 48 in the series The Hollow

 

at the bottom of the mountain
a small mountain
of gravel

 

riprap

just enough soil
for anise root

 

where the hollow empties
its silence into the gap
old cellar holes

 

locked gate

stroking the touch-me-nots
so they burst

The Hollow (43)

This entry is part 43 of 48 in the series The Hollow

 

200 years old
or ten thousand

former road/streambed

 

rhododendron trunk

bare as high as a starving deer’s
neck can stretch

 

elevation measured
by the number of unripe
spikenard berries

 

slow-creeping slope

all the tree boles curved
to keep their balance

The Hollow (40)

This entry is part 40 of 48 in the series The Hollow

 

wood nettles

that angry guy who hacked at them
with his hatchet

 

becoming the place
of my fisher sighting

foamflower patch

 

the long moment
after it vanished
fishing for its name

 

wilder hills
and deeper hollows

the fisher’s undulating gait

The Hollow (38)

This entry is part 38 of 48 in the series The Hollow

 

fallen cucumbertree

the white undersides
of its leaves

 

roots lost their grip
on the saturated slope

seed pods still clenched

 

leaf duff undotted
by any black cherries

rained out

 

that mob of red trilliums
melted away

foam in the stream

The Hollow (37)

This entry is part 37 of 48 in the series The Hollow

 

among straight ascenders
an ancient grapevine’s
grave accent

 

the last white asters

the woods are darkest
just before the fall

 

weak sunlight

witch hazel beginning
to extrude its rays

 

so green you’d think
it’s still spring

Christmas fern

The Hollow (35)

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 (31)

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)

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)

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 (27)

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