Above – Page 20 – Iron Haiku

at the old stone well
I peer into the darkness
looking back at me
–
moss covered stone-
I dip my bowl into
the well of souls

dark grey winter clouds
heavily laden with snow
loom over this town
–
winter sunrise-
shallow paw prints
in the snow

this fight is over
and yet I find myself still
walking on eggshells
–
fallen trees-
we drive home
in silence

by a forest stream
above the frogs and crickets-
winter stars appear
–
late spring thaw-
fox kits cross
a fallen oak

friends and enemies
all are but dust as I wait
for mortality
–
a dark attic-
old records
gathering dust

gentle snow falling
a dog at his owners grave
clawing at the earth
–
winter evening-
your rocking chair
empty

a quicksilver moon-
coyotes in the woods call
the gathering dawn
–
winter moon-
afloat on the
midnight surf

a sienna sun
set low in the eastern sky-
the treetops alight
–
red stratus clouds-
remnants of the
evening sun

sitting on the stoop
waiting on a taxi cab-
a soft rain moves in
–
heavy clouds-
dogwood petals
in the grass

deep in the pine boughs-
a cardinal dusted with
the season’s first snow
–
winter solstice
the last leaf falls
on fresh snow