COYOTE WINTER--A Poem for December

COYOTE WINTER

The wind wolf swoops down

on this city again tonight,

and if the snow it throws

across lit streets

and whipping trees outside

my second-story window

doesn’t make a blizzard in full cry,

it won’t be for want

of howling.

One lone shadow man

struggles up the steep street

toward the bus stop.

Why is he out in this

alone?

Where are you?

Published in Heart’s Migration (Tia Chucha Press, 2009)

Replies to Comments (because  Blogger still hates me):

Reine, I'm glad I was able to make you feel the winter chill. xo

Lil, thank you. That's quite a compliment for a poet.

Thank you, Elizabeth. That's one of the things that I hoped to do with this poem. 

Thank you, Margaret. I'm glad you liked it.