Lunacy:

Insomnia can be a blessing during the full moon, especially these cold clear nights of indigo, silver and black. All the ten thousand things stand out sharply, distinct in silhouette. Which is figure; which is ground? Such nights are made for haiku. One can only submit to the lunar urging, and say Ahhh. So it's time again to submit your own haiku to NCPR--we will post your musings in the next Listening Post. Extra credit goes to those who accompany it with a photo of the day.

The garden Buddha
shoulders a snow comforter.
His tuque, too, is snow.