Dusk – Page 14 – Iron Haiku

air laced with woodsmoke
thick with a rich silence as
the rain turns to snow
–
twilight
listening to
the snow fall

come to me softly
slip off your shoes and we’ll dance
in the evening sand
–
mid morning sun
warm black sand after
the retreating tide

the last vestige
of the sinking evening sun
sets the sky alight
–
painted hillsides
a winding road turns
though burning leaves

tall iron street lamps
cast their pallid light over
London’s cobblestones
–
polished pewter
the lustrous glow
of a veiled moon

on the river bank
the flashing of fireflies
set the trees alight
–
soaring gulls
an empty shell
half in the sand

the Scottish highlands
a castle ruin, moss, and stone
rising from the moors
–
falcons take wing
moonlight ripples
on the loch

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

a warm ombré sky
the slowly turning sunlight
at the edge of night
–
green waters
tadpoles weave
through the rushes

luminous, rising
from below an ebony lake
in her hand, a sword
–
sunlit hillsides
shadows rolling
slowly to the shore

as dawn approaches
the breath of autumn whispers
in the swirling leaves
–
barefoot at dawn
walking in the surf
I draw you closer