Uncategorized – Iron Haiku

a warm winter’s day-
snow melt runs in rivulets
down these ivied walls
–
freezing rain-
english ivy
glazed in ice

passing a graveyard
the white lady walks alone
between the headstones
–
diaphanous-
her burial shroud
becomes the fog

a glimpse of crimson-
cardinals nesting in the
forsythia bush
–
a wide straw hat-
the old gardener
picks tomatoes

lightning cuts the sky
the hard steel train tracks glisten
in the sudden rain
–
a train whistle-
the station floor
slick with rain

far from the cottage-

casual curls of wood smoke

the lake skinned in ice

–

winter storm-

a family of deer

pick through the snow

a cold rain falling
I sit in the dark waiting
for you to come home
–
past midnight
your car’s tires
on the drive

you said you loved me-
but some wounds only show up
once the bruises fade
–
Bruised clouds-
reflections in
the rain barrel

building my fortress
I bury my emotions
beneath the first stone
–
cacophony-
late night frogs
in my stone walls

underneath my bed
photos of my childhood
slowly fading lies
–
an old cigar box-
sacred relics
of my youth

april’s robin song-
the morning moon rolls over
and kisses the sun
–
cat at my feet-
your back warm
against my chest