December’s wind blowing through an abandoned shed:
····by its own thread—the dead spider’s shadow
26: December 2nd 2015
Titling ones haiku is sort of cheating, but if Basho and Buson can do it, I plead clemency. It was a cold wind across Vermont today. I was in a shed overlooking the Connecticut river. The shed was full of cobwebs and the corpse of a thin-legged wolf spider dangling from a rafter. The river cast up an icy light.