New year, new star

This tanka is for Frank Tassone’s New Year challenge.


Stars, sky-spangles shift,

slow and stately, wheels turning,

through time and cold space.

Each new year, another light

in the endless firmament.



As the fires make corners of this house bearable, and the night falls silent and starless, I am thinking, not of Christmas, that seems so far away and meaningless, but of my children who will be coming here tomorrow to celebrate the ending of the year, and those who, for one reason or another, can’t make it.

Thank you, Frank, for throwing out this challenge.


To bring back the sun,

fires burn through the long nights—

in the east, a star.

Is this enough pale fire

to last us through the darkness?

Haiku challenge: Evergreen first snow

I’m going to post a lot today because it’s my birthday and I’ll post if I want to. First up, a couple of cold, cold haiku for Frank Tassone’s challenge, one I never seem to see.


First snow settles on

evergreen, everdark firs—

white colder than black.


In the dim dark woods,

first snow, cold ghost drifts, whisper,

pure white, nevergreen.