Haiku Sequence

Moonless

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

impenetrable.

 

Chill blackness of sky

descends airily towards

horizon’s soft light.