Age – Page 63 – Iron Haiku

the light of hope shines
across the vastness of space
from a long dead star
–
a fallen oak
sprouting
shiitakes

thin tendrils of smoke
weave the final tapestry
of a dying fire
–
rose petals
still warm from
the evening sun

impatient lemmings
craggy rocks block their passage
to the sea below
–
spring rains
a beaver dam
overflowing

lips brushing her neck
the whisper of her shoulder
just touching my cheek
–
caught standing
in your warm
footprints

slow rhythmic moonlight
shining across the surface
of a mountain lake
–
an old rope swings
calm lake water
before the fall

light plays on the walls
alternating blue and red
the sirens, silent
–
puddles in the street
turning to steam
in the sun

across the table
the chasm between us grows
wider day by day
–
a sudden stampede
of white horses
August rains

stilling the waters
the taste of salt on my lips
from kissing your tears
–
the loon’s cry
rising sun over
a winter lake

the passage of time
etched deep in the wrinkles on
his leathery face
–
turning leaves
a bed of moss lit
by stippled sunlight

searing summer heat
just pushed our relationship
past the tipping point
–
a praying mantis
in search of her
post-coital snack