April 2016 – Iron Haiku

a dying ember
brightened by love’s final breath
at last extinguished
–
autumn
the last robin
falls silent

a silken rose bud
opens with just a whisper
but only for me
–
red velvet and lemon
delicate blossoms
gently unfurl

deeply search your soul
and when the darkness calls you
choose not to answer
–
evil
waits for an
eager listener

a trail of bent grass
left behind by my roaming
for you to follow
–
newly fallen snow
you’re walking
in my footsteps

watching while you sleep
your gentle breath, warm and sweet
so easily stilled
–
echoes of
silence spread
throughout the night

who I am is just
in between who I was and
who I will become
–
my future
hinges on keeping
my past promises

as I walk this earth
I tread on those before me
my path paved with love
–
footsteps
your past guides
my future

a day of dirt roads
sawdust, hay, and horse manure
of hard work and sweat
–
hot steel
shaped by experience
and force of will

after the rain storm
mossy scent of wet pavement
steaming in the heat
–
suddenly
heavy raindrops
bursting

a bicycle bell
she speeds by, skirt fluttering
laughter in the wind
–
She’s gone
before I know
it’s her