wpadmin – Page 36 – Iron Haiku

a copse of willows-
long verdant tresses brunette
in the evening light
–
prolonged drought-
green pastures
turn to dust

a great streak of fire
across the afternoon sky-
shattered panes of glass
–
the small hours-
lawn chairs and
shooting stars

oars carve the water-
echoes of my lover’s voice
from the other shore
–
pale skin freckled-
fingers threading
through the water

cold tears of mourning
mix with the rain as I turn
my face to the sky
–
false dawn-
I’m sill here
without you

a dandelion seed
lazily drifts through the sky
as I watch the clouds
–
freshly cut grass-
making sculptures
from the clouds

reliving the past
what lengths I wouldn’t go to
for absolution
–
dogwood blossoms-
blue jays raid
a sparrow nest

nothing left at home
save the old chair and sofa
that I brought with me
–
vacant memories-
cobwebs cling
to empty shelves

one flame extinguished
while another adds it’s light
to the firmament
–
eyes downcast-
black armbands
wet with rain

the sky fades to black-
another episode down
with your hand in mine
–
crisp night air-
the pleiades
overhead

searing hot asphalt-
children splash in the water
from a cracked hydrant
–
heavy branches-
in the shade
a rope swing