Deep inside a white pine.
Where worlds coalesce.
In the hemlock forest on a northeast slope.
Last year’s puffballs under an overhanging bank.
Hoarfrost rimes the edge of darkness.
From an unknown friend.
A mountainside talus den is guarded by a fringe of rock cap fern.
Marking the transitions.
Witch hazel waits ’til October to flower in tiny golden sparks.
Some days are diamonds.