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