Concepts – Page 2 – Iron Haiku

black america
locked inside the golden door
yearning to breathe free
–
hot city streets-
new seedlings break
through the concrete

drowning each of us
in the blood of our comrades
within sight of shore
–
tulips blossom-
death takes no heed
upon who’s grave

grime covered windows-
watching the rain absently
stirring black coffee
–
street lights-
shadows of rain
on my paper napkin

the low eastern sun
resplendent in green and gold
dances with the moon
–
wind chimes-
Sol and Luna
pas de deux

the first day of may-
tight buds become blossoms on
my crabapple tree
–
a flush of new green-
daffodils trumpet
the first of may

the porch light goes dark-
the taste of cherry chapstick
lingers on my lips
–
lost in your garden-
crimson tulips
brush my cheek

as I leave this world
I pour my soul into you-
one last parting gift
–
out of the fire-
a perfect vessel
cracked

raspberry brambles-
raucous bluejays fly into
pomegranate skies
–
march afternoon-
apple pies cool
in the window

winter’s dying breath-
the winged herald of spring
arriving too late
–
morning frost-
tender lilac buds
robed in ice

social distancing-
tulip blossoms pay no heed
to the fall of man
–
robin’s song-
mankind’s
lament