Haiku Sequence
Eleven Kinds of Winter Loneliness
For Richard Yates
silence
between the moon and me
November snow
December roses—
looking at the photos
of my youth
the snowman
washed in moonlight
foreclosed home
winter raindrops
dotting my attic window
morning coffee stains
solstice…
the blizzard makes Toronto
the size of my room
Christmas morning
waking, I find myself
with just a pillow
the length
of my poems unpublished
year's end
new year
cobwebs in a corner
of the ceiling
the wind whips
the For Sale sign
New Year's dusk
sleepless…
cherry tree branches laced
with snowdrops
winter dream...
stirring embers, Prometheus
glances at me
