Wild apples / Tricia Knoll.

My impatience is like a fish
Hand picked
On loneliness
Why move?
Apron strings
Dropping my wings off at Goodwill
Compass
Memorial Day 2018
No home on that range
Midnight on a gravel road
Advice for the traveler
Verd Mont
Dead man's hand
When your begging bowl fills with hailstones
I need a virgin mirror
In praise of silent wing
Found
Old woman living alone
To my postcard collection
Meditation by the pond
The newcomer begs the land
Coming-of-age story
Binge writing
The possible
Lo-ca-vore
What I'm famous for
Ruth Stone
Wild apples
To David Budbill, recluse on Judevine Mountain
Under the comforter of the coldest winter night
My daughter meets my white pine
Sfumato
Every day tell the hours by the shadows
What does it mean?
Crones
Last chance: New Year's
Stolen color
The poetry-writing handbook for New Year's
Thirty things a poet should know
Pagan epiphany in the night woods
Candles
Seduction mean as a snake
Walking on water
Remainder snow
Lone loon on lower pond, Hinesburg, Vermont
August night I sang at twilight
To my grandson
Rhytides
Rowens
September migration
Knitting is coding
The dead won't leave me alone
Why buy an antique mantel clock
Celestial milk
Amabie
I might need this
The purgatory of homebound
The journey
Blue
Alonely
Messages
Questions.