Broken – Page 31 – Iron Haiku

the sliding doors shut
as the train pulls away I’m
still on the platform
–
changing winds-
the last robin
takes wing

surrounded by wealth
still dissatisfied with the
overabundance
–
winter rain-
runnels
overflowing

tufts of rabbit fur
strewn across the forest floor
beneath the owls nest
–
burning sands-
the condor casts
a broad shadow

stallions in the sky
rearing out of boiling clouds
thunder through the night
–
late fall snow-
wild horses fade
into the woods

your face in the glass
its hard to believe were just
an ocean apart
–
cold winds-
across the table
a sideways glance

encroaching shadows
race to fill the void left by
the crumbling day
–
sleeping dogs-
the shade of
a dying elm

the time has come to
take my heart down off the shelf
and gift it to you
–
long winter shadows-
a snowshoe hare
braves the sun

cracks in the pavement
mirrored by the crows feet in
a homeless man’s face
–
ruins-
ivy climbs
crumbling walls

from a different life
the passing of an old friend
rests on my shoulders
–
moonrise-
a silver wind
sways the curtains

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