October 2017 – Iron Haiku

arid desert sands
old leather cracking in the
unforgiving sun
–
rising smoke-
a candle’s
last remnants

waiting for the sun
thready morning clouds make way
for her arrival
–
open windows-
awake before
the alarm

waning pewter clouds
part to reveal the dark moon
hidden in plain sight
–
silver threads-
weaving by
moonlight

curling up in pain
the taste of salt on my lips
from licking my wounds
–
echoes-
broken antlers on
the forest floor

disoriented
twisted, I fall through my dreams
and land in my bed
–
ephemeral-
fire across
the evening sky

staring at myself
I see that I have become
what I feared the most
–
predawn-
coming awake
in a stranger’s mind

floating alone on
an odd patch of flat water
in amidst the waves
–
open windows-
a raven shelters
from the storm

the fall of the year-
bare limbs of towering trees
reaching for the sun
–
sunrise-
amber leaves
on the water

years of wasted time
of opportunities lost
and then you were gone
–
ancient water-
black scales sink
beneath the surface

every single day
regrettable decisions
I can’t seem to stop
–
waiting in vain-
a puddle
of streetlight