Ailill lives and writes in Nebraska.

A Violin wails in Old Man Winter.
By Ailill

A violin wails in
Old Man Winter.

Coyote howls
piercing shivery moon
with needy night;
hounding with
bone clattering wind.

Banshee screams
slices ears of siren dreams;
his horned owl all seeing soul sight
holding trial over
chitter chattering mind.

Ice crystal breath
Tremble-tinkling tinsel trees
showering shattered shards
of smoke

drifting down
a lone highway.