Beneath – Page 46 – Iron Haiku

near enough to see
daylight fading to the point
where the rain begins
–
tending the garden-
raindrops warm
on my neck

in a dusty tin
a collection of the days
that lead me to you
–
withered leaves-
the memories of
an old diary

fields of wildflowers
fastidiously tended
by hard working bees
–
summer afternoon-
nectar turning
to honey

quarter past midnight-
the breath of the city through
my open window
–
leafless trees-
darkened cars through
the driving rain

the full moon unveiled
from behind translucent clouds
poised for summer’s kiss
–
an owl’s call-
the full moon
follows me home

roaring bonfires burn-
shadows of ancient stones paint
the salisbury plain
–
waning daylight-
a crow stands guard
over those long dead

the late august sky-
from behind the thinning clouds
unfamiliar stars
–
the dead of night-
a pewter moon
rising

the time worn tombstones
children taken far too soon
their stories untold
–
a cardinal takes wing-
poppy blossoms
in the church yard

alone on the dock-
staring into the remnants
of the setting sun
–
skipping stones-
bats take wing
before the moon

battlements of stone
rough hewn from the living rock
ever standing guard
–
howling wind
seeking refuge behind
these stone walls