Dusk – Iron Haiku

an old stone jetty-
the last hint of sunset ebbs
with the falling tide
–
ashen driftwood-
heavily sculpted
by the pounding surf

alone and asea-
drifting on the line between
the ocean and sky
–
eventide-
the sun ignites
a fiery sea

the garden abed-
ivory morning glories
closed against the night
–
morning dew-
a honeybee drinks
from a lambs ear

wrought iron street lamps-
ancient cobblestones vanish
in the rising fog
–
echos of hooves-
a hansom cab
lost in the mist

an old farmer’s wall-
nestled in amongst the stones
sprigs of verdant moss
–
clanking bells-
a worn cowpath
leading home

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

under a clear sky-
if only this cloud of gnats
would leave me in peace
–
venus rising-
our picnic blanket
wet with dew

honeysuckle winds
blowing through the fresh linens
hanging on the line
–
an evening walk-
the perfume of
my neighbor’s grill

a cricket’s chorus-
mercury and venus lost
amid the fireflies
–
emergent dusk-
spatters of light
in the new grass

on reticent wings
under cover of darkness-
silently hunting
–
liquid moon-
a stream of bats
flows through the night sky