22 Dec 2015 – Sonnet
Still sucking on a straw! An empty cup
gives nothing but a gurgling of drops
which disappear when turning bottom up –
an insubstantial sip the Muse now stops.
No sonnets singing where I lay my head,
no haiku streaks my windshield in this rain.
The headlights glare, no bright hibiscus sheds
her blossoms in the gutter or the drain.
All is as it once was and so retains
the texture of a dream that will not pass.
You look for something, though it seems in vain,
for more besides cold rain run down this glass.
Your lease new-inked, your resolution strong,
Ah Winter, have you stolen all my songs?