I. Snowbound Haiku
1.
Behind the blower
Under its thirty-foot arc
The mist of our songs
2.
A shared solitude
Hoping for the township plow
But not for awhile
II. Cold Truth
I should not have wondered
where the wind was
for the thought summoned it,
Touched off avalanches
in the hemlocks,
launched sparrows,
Spun snow devils
up the gusted slopes,
Felled the giant elm
at the back of the field
where it had stood for centuries,
And blew in the workshop window,
leaving me anxious and certain
I never would see you again.
