Age – Page 11 – Iron Haiku

blinded by the pain-
your small hand comes to guide me
out of the darkness
–
crystal sky-
the sudden flight
mourning doves

high above the ground-
defying gravity while
wrapped in flowing silk
–
empty fairgrounds-
torn and faded canvas
flaps in the wind

wrapped in white linen-
a flight of doves foreshadow
this final journey
–
evening shadows-
the winding road
into darkness

sea foam in her hair
warmed by the tropical sun
caressed by the breeze
–
ocean breeze-
rum runners in the shade
of a date palm

borne out of the waves-
spun copper hair draped over
alabaster skin
–
first starlight-
the sharp bite of
an autumn eve

sleep clouding my eyes
I drive into the sunrise-
a cold autumn moon
–
cold dark morn-
torn from the womb
of my comforter

a cruel summer sun
the earth blistering beneath
her withering gaze
–
abandoned-
once fertile soil
becomes as dust

steel axe and wedges-
an awful lot of effort
for a pile of wood
–
first snow-
chipmunks bedded
in the wood pile

an old masters hand-
long unused sable brushes
come back to life
–
hazy morning-
blobs of white
dot the hillside

a weathered park bench
waiting on the bus a child
takes the time to sit
–
early afternoon-
pigeons gather by
an empty bench