The Widow’s Shadow

First published in Mirrors 3:2, Spring 1990, page 53. These poems were among many I wrote at this time after hearing someone say that one shouldn’t start a haiku with a preposition. See also Into Song.

into the bedroom

the widow’s


apple blossoms . . .

into the wind

spring rain

into the chapel

stained glass

dust motes

into the garden

her apron

blows from the line

into thunder

her ears

his voice