Specimens

Winter Walk Without Snow

We walk through scattered forest's leaf
          larynx floor which whispers
          the pulse of every startled snake,
bird.

Frost wind sings softly, conflicting
with fungal fresh scent of week old rain
and new growth.

          The humus of
          death, the decay…
          and the worms
          eat
the leaves
          and the life
feeds the trees which
all died last October.