Winter makes wonder
which summer will wake me last
before I under?

Grey will rain outlast
this stink, sink, sourful mood
when wince-wind will past.

And I blood, burn, brood—
what was said and wished unsaid—
fat, fresh, fill from food.

Pull the push loose thread;
pluck no storm, think no thunder.
When will time for bed?
Winter makes wonder.


This poem is written as a series of Haikus (5-7-5 syllable pattern) nested together in a modified terza rima rhyme scheme ABA, BCB, CDC, EAEA.