haiku

outside a still lifein gray and white--barn star on the shed

overplayed songs:Free Bird, Stairway, Turn the Page --years later I still can't...

black streakscrossing the white yard--pigeon shadows

the frozen wind screamsto beat the ringing in my ears--not a moment's peace

regardless of qualityi will not follow the poetwho follows no one

all day to fix itbut tomorrow i'll still havea hole in my sock

through the windowi see that once againwinter has parked on my driveway

on the snowy shouldera crow pecks hungrily ata roadkill deer

i smell the snowblowing in on the windthat tousles my hair

the source of all lifeundeterred by its icy crustthe river flows

for supper today:salad, soup, sauté--carrot three ways

frozen compost bin--making compost lunch bagsto bury in spring

dawn breaks--i retire to my coffinuntil dusk wakes me

our washing machinelikes to take a little walkdown the crooked floor

cold clear morning:the sun gleams on the icethat is the driveway

through the humidifieron the cat seat by the window--refracted rainbow

a walk to the storeto buy some brownies--dodging snowflakes

my whole lifea pilgrimageto right here right now

and then a crackas i walk across the pond--i hold my breath

uneven rumbling--the heart of the houseis off-kilter