Dawn – Page 11 – Iron Haiku

Monks

an ancient copper bell
burnished by the history
of thousands of hands
–
a forest shrine-
autumn mist clings
to the hillside

goose down sleeping bags
the morning mist rises as
we share the sunrise
–
breaking sunlight-
our bedroom window
kissed by frost

warm morning sunlight-
a vague shadow on the wall
in the shape of you
–
a glass of wine-
the warm glow
on your face

a carpet of frost
woven from the morning dew
spreads across the grass
–
wrought iron trellis-
late autumn roses
frosted with white

japanese maples-
bright crimson leaves caught aflame
in the morning sun
–
sudden rain-
sheltering under
an elephant’s ear

a warm autumn glow-
dawn clouds steeped in honey spill
across the ocean
–
daybreak-
sunlight dances
on the wave tops

the full predawn moon
resting above the changing
autumn canopy
–
evening chill-
the moon dressed
in alabaster

october morning-
even the sun seems to feel
like staying in bed
–
flannel sheets-
somewhere in the house
an open window

blackbird’s lilting song-
sunlight caresses your face
just before you wake
–
in the clouds-
the soft glow of
an autumn dawn

waiting for the train
I stand on the platform near
the other pigeons
–
misty morning-
migrating geese
return to the sky