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Winter Solstice Haiku

at last the blessed
darkness comes and covers us
in its warm embrace

cold enough for coats
big round moon in the pale sky
I trudge up the hill

one scarlet leaf
on the grey steps
among the bronze-brown litter
of the oaks

Frances Donovan

how you move the trees
and make a music in their leaves
that eases me

full moon’s reflection
glimmers a path on the dark
waters of the pond

sunny open field
soft, cool air of late summer
and the maple’s shade

bare feet in the grass
daily constitutional
sans electronics

indescribable
the pleasure that comes from just
a moment outside

the cardinal rule
of subway travel is this:
don’t make eye contact

instead of a book
she made a baby. he feeds
on her while we talk

shoulder height, queen anne
waves her lacy head. blackbird
rises from her feet

three condom wrappers
nestle amid the tall grass
and the wildflowers