Haiku Sequence


Chill blackness of sky

envelops trees, bush and porch.

I sit alone, I.


Faceless voices talk

faintly as a soft snowfall;

their words are winter.


They say we will kill.

They say we will kill, we will.

They say we will kill.


I sit alone, I—

dark trees darken, the night seems



Chill blackness of sky

descends airily towards

horizon’s soft light.


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