Above – Page 29 – Iron Haiku

flat black soulless eyes
devoid of humanity
staring back at me
–
cold city street-
trying not to see
the homeless

rivers of sunlight-
the waking ocean meets the sky
and the coming dawn
–
sunrise-
morning glory
blossoms

downtown abandoned-
sickly yellow light leaks from
a single street lamp
–
moths-
the guttering
porch light

charcoal black velvet-
an upholstered sky pierced by
pinholes of starlight
–
desert mesa-
the broad expanse
of the midnight sky

barnacles gather
just below the waterline
where the piers once stood
–
rotting pilings-
waves, the echoes
of children’s laughter

watching from afar-
a tree falls in the forest
the silence unheard
–
old oak tree-
climbing vines
reach for the su

after the thunder
the sun dances in the snow
through the parting clouds
–
winter morning-
a snowy egret
dips her bill

at once of two worlds-
straddling the razor’s edge
between life and death
–
winter sun-
the hawk’s shadow
grows smaller

alone in the dark
the hunter chases his prey
deep into the night
–
cold moonlight-
he claims his place
among the stars

hot rising embers
intermingle with the stars
as they float away
–
cracking fire-
oak and maple
turning to ash