Morning – Page 18 – Iron Haiku

Leaves

tattered autumn lace
drifting in the morning air
lofted by the breeze
–
leaf litter-
tulip poplars
shed their skin

autumn morning light
wanders in through the curtains-
your slow even breath
–
darkness-
waking to
a sudden rain

icy autumn breath
a sliver of the full moon
gazes down on me
–
morning run-
frozen leaves
crunch underfoot

waiting for the sun-
sitting on a weathered dock
fishing rod in hand
–
fly fishing-
casting shadows
on the water

in silent anguish
the mute reach out for justice
their voices stolen
–
discordant music-
in the apple tree
a starling

staring unfocused-
bloodshot sky barely noticed
through these bleary eyes
–
cottonmouth-
a morning dove
splits my skull

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

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

sunset on the lake
threading my wet fingers through
tangerine waters
–
salmon skies-
october morning
the hills ablaze

stalks of winter wheat
growing through the rusty frame
of an old tractor
–
rising light-
a tattered scarecrow
greets the sun