Cold – Page 52 – Iron Haiku

leaves in the water
tumble down from rock to stone
laughing as they fall
–
autumn
slips away
from my piano

ghost of summer’s sun
ring tailed bandits in the night
making such mischief
–
october sky
arcturus settles in
to the throne of the king

flashes light the sky
the guttural wind, distant
whither comes the storm
–
laid bare
desperately
seeking shelter

wandering this earth
unseen, tired, yearning to be
finally at peace
–
midnight rain
gnarled branches
scrape my window

long morning shadows
the first sign of winter falls
from the autumn sky
–
winter’s finger
paint on my
window panes

dry mouthed and sweaty
frozen in front of a crowd
my practiced speech, gone
–
black water
at the precipice
of hesitationD

a pencil thin wind
eases through balding branches
swirling russet leaves
–
mountain pines
an autumn snowfall
ices the boughs

on the horizon
a perfect amber orb rests
motionless in space
–
molten silver
seeps through
barren branches

walking through the storm
cold rain running down her back
her umbrella, home
–
hammered tin
the slow drip of rain
through the roof

kindness costs nothing
but a small smile, a warm heart,
and a bit of love
–
cold pavement
wrapped in the gift
of a warm blanket