Darkness – Page 6 – Iron Haiku

sitting ‘neath the moon-
entranced by the graceful curve
of your bare shoulder
–
caramel skin-
silver moonlight
in your hair

much more so than life
death will be my defining
characteristic
–
a cold rain
the bus arrives
to take me back home

late winter sunlight-
dawn paints my bedroom walls gold
an hour too early
–
almost spring-
awake before
my coffee pot

a flame extinguished-
I conjure up the darkness
to reclaim your soul
–
whisps of smoke-
a mirror
in the dark

the canvas of dusk-
low amber clouds dry brushed on
an indigo sky
–
afternoon clouds-
dappled hillsides
painted by the sun

a forest clearing-
under a thicket the faun
waits for her mother
–
gauzy moonlight-
the woodland’s heart
whispers my name

bedding down the coals-
the warm glow of the campfire
keeps the wolves at bay
–
the full worm moon-
glowing yellow orbs
in the shadows

sight not born of eyes-
I see every detail of
the shape of your soul
–
winter morning-
the smell of your pipe
still lingers

the forest silent-
a skeletal hand rises
from the black water
–
winter’s death-
dwelling beneath
dark brackish waters

terra cotta bricks-
the desert sunset lights up
an old bell tower
–
adobe twilight-
the slowly cooling
desert sand