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
Posts about herbaceous plants that are not grasses but may be weeds.
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
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
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
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
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
leaning
this way or that
forest-dwelling goldenrod
not a mere patch
but a stand
the black cohosh
fairy bells
berried
under their leaves
naked-flowered tick trefoil
“leaflets three” but only
the name itches
salamander
under the lifted rock
that frozen moment
turtleheads
self-consciously closing
my mouth
borer-killed
woodpecker-stripped
white
ashes
left behind
the salamander’s tail
goes on wriggling
spicebush fills
the opening the big birch left
that allspice scent
“heteromorphic
self-incompatibility”
partridgeberry’s red pills
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sun shining right through
the plastic sign
where the road crosses the creek
a crayfish
walking upstream
touch-me-not
the invasive stiltgrass stops
just short of it
glasswort
jumpseed
enchanter’s nightshade
a distant rooster
that gurgle we dug
this pit to reach as kids
it’s still down there
wingstem
at the old dump site
the bumblebee’s long tongue