October 2019 – Iron Haiku

autumn afternoon-
the sound of a cricket lost
amid the tall grass
–
rotting wood-
silent shadows
of the forest

a hillside cottage-
the morning sun clears the clouds
asleep on the roof
–
first starlight-
fog creeps in
from the underbrush

an open window-
she disrobes in the shadows
to bathe in moonlight
–
the hunter’s moon-
a dryad hidden
in her tree

staccato drumming-
the evening rain disappears
into the night’s fog
–
scorched earth-
rain on the tin roof
far too late

cinnamon and sage
burgundy and chardonnay-
teasing the palate
–
daubed into
a hillside canvas-
autumn’s colors

emerging starlight-
walking past the coal stained homes
the old lamplighter
–
freshly cut grass-
rusted ice tongs
in the tool shed

river clay and dust
takes on a life of its own
much to my chagrin
–
pounding rain-
the stream a torrent
of mud and debris

waves crawl up the beach-
long acres of dune grasses
ripple in the breeze
–
prints in wet sand-
nesting plovers disturbed
by barking dogs

above the tree tops
set in the clear morning sky
a moon cast of ice
–
autumn morning-
windows glazed
with hoarfrost

rolling through the miles
cityscapes and farmer’s fields
pass by my window
–
morning commute-
the train’s shadow
among the trees