December 2017 – Iron Haiku

hushed and reverent
watching the moonrise and the
rebirth of the year
–
midnight-
snow falls over
the farmer’s field

another phone call-
your tired face deeply etched
with dissapointment
–
drifting snow-
fox prints near
an empty hutch

quietly cracking-
gentle waves frozen within
the river’s surface
–
irrigation pond-
young skaters
scarves and gloves

the incoming tide
laps the shore and erases
our sandy footprints
–
whispering surf-
driftwood
in the reeds

shrinking from the light
blended into the shadows
I’m invisible
–
dusk-
black clouds
rise from the earth

the walk to the car-
turning my jacket collar
up against the wind
–
aging-
cold breath
on my neck

the solar transit
far to brief indeed on this
winter solstice day
–
winter reborn-
I depart and return
in darkness

a lovers embrace
two hot tempers intertwine
leaving just ashes
–
falling snow-
crackling in
our fireplace

seeking inner peace
yearning to quench the darkness
that burns in my soul
–
wildfires-
a cold late
autumn rain

freshly cut lilies
pure and white and beautiful
laid upon his chest
–
city streets-
a blanket
of fresh snow