Chance – Page 45 – Iron Haiku

alone in the woods
dry rustling leaves in the wind
the snap of a twig
–
sear grasses
fueling the
inevitable

splintering sunlight
golden arrow shafts quiver
piercing the water
–
the dog days
interrupted by
shattered glass

clinging to the light
for fear I may yet answer
when the darkness calls
–
spring rains
surging cataracts
once docile streams

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

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

a resting mayfly
the dimples in the water
signaling a carp
–
spreading ripples
a gossamer wing
on the surface

blazing streaks of fire
tearing through the winter sky
dying as cinders
–
the predawn hours
an intrepid visitor
on my doorstep

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

feeling the glass give
reaching in through the mirror
to pull myself out
–
glassy water
ripples spread
across the surface