Age – Page 43 – Iron Haiku

waiting on my turn-
step by step moving forward
ever so slowly
–
traffic-
another day
turns to night

the black charred remnants
of forty years of marriage
smolder between us
–
a fallen tree-
reduced
to ash

almost a month now-
how can I still be finding
crumbs in our bed
–
fresh coffee-
your side of the bed
is still warm

rooted to the ground
frozen, my mind replaying
one moment in time
–
blinding sun-
the city street
unnaturally quiet

standing behind you
the center of attention
almost out of view
–
ill wind-
spiders repair
their broken webs

daydreaming with the
people in the windows of
oncoming traffic
–
pigeons-
walking through
an outdoor cafe

feeling impotent
my head full of words but I’m
unable to speak
–
snow fall-
staring out my
hospital window

on my mantlepiece
rest all the pieces of you
finally at peace
–
love letters-
ashes of
old flames

hushed and reverent
watching the moonrise and the
rebirth of the year
–
midnight-
snow falls over
the farmer’s field

another phone call-
your tired face deeply etched
with dissapointment
–
drifting snow-
fox prints near
an empty hutch