I have to agree with Julia Woodman. The first three lines of this poem are the best:
The truth is dark under your eyelids.
What are you going to do about it?
The birds are silent; there's no one to ask.
Fantastic depiction of the aura of approaching winter and a naughty boy welcoming first snow fall with bare head and rushing to cover it after yelled by a neighbor. Enjoyed the poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
Yes, I have one of his books, I particularly love the first 3 lines of this poem. It kind of fits into what I call psychological landscape poetry, which I coined to describe some of what I write.