wpadmin – Page 16 – Iron Haiku

looking for a score-
wandering the neighborhood
peering in windows
–
quarter past one-
a raccoon
in my garden

hackles standing up
prowling the streets in darkness
looking for a fight
–
captured moonlight-
eyes blazing
in the dark

the promise of spring
pushing through the morning snow-
unopened blossoms
–
morning coffee-
powdered sugar
on my crossword

lost in the mirror-
the only light comes from the
crack in my teacup
–
face splitting grins-
each gaping mouth
another door

an old red broomstick
the paint worn through to the wood
from countless fingers
–
deep in the attic-
sweeping out
forgotten dirt

stoic in the sun-
sand awaiting ruin from
the approaching tide
–
tenuous footprints-
a shimmering surf
over amber sands

fingers cracked with age
settle on the well worn keys
of her piano
–
milky eyes-
memories of youth
and music

covers pulled up high-
living in constant fear of
the click of the latch
–
black and blue sky-
waiting for the
impending storm

a dark bus depot-
waiting by the only light
for hope to arrive
–
dark wanderings-
only the moon
lights my path

summer at the farm-
the scent of hay and manure
permeates the air
–
white flicks of foam-
horses steaming
in the autumn air