Cold – Page 31 – Iron Haiku

a fleeting moment
captured in a photograph
when we were in love
–
a glass of wine-
this shoebox full
of torn photos

downtown abandoned-
sickly yellow light leaks from
a single street lamp
–
moths-
the guttering
porch light

a cold waiting room-
absolutely terrified
of what will come next
–
eyes closed-
the taste of salt
in my veins

charcoal black velvet-
an upholstered sky pierced by
pinholes of starlight
–
desert mesa-
the broad expanse
of the midnight sky

nestled in the snow
a single long stemmed red rose
rests on your headstone
–
cold rain-
in the gutter
a bouquet of roses

this taste of sunshine
after the dark dry winter
barely slakes my thirst
–
crokus blossoms-
eagerly defy the
lingering winter

thousands of moments
the taste of a prior life
memories of you
–
late winter-
pockmarks
in the snow

eyes looking inward
staring into the darkness
barely held at bay
–
cleansing breaths-
the forest
whispers

the low morning sun
full of threats and promises
through the falling snow
–
skies alight-
the rumble
low and throaty

coruscating snow
slithers across the highway
hastened by the wind
–
morning sun-
cherry blossoms
in the snow