Faith – Page 15 – Iron Haiku

head back and arms wide
inviting the elements
to do what they will
–
an umbrella-
defenseless in
the light of day

your head on my chest
my face buried in your hair
breathing in your scent
–
the witching hour-
watching your heart
softly beating

changing directions
deciding my journey starts
were the pavement ends
–
a cold wind-
stepping out
onto thin ice

I break a bit more
every time I remember
you’re not coming home
–
overcast skies-
again the postman
skips my house

perfectly flat stones
skipping on a gentle arc
across the water
–
a quiet splash-
willow branches
touch the water

on this lonesome road
my only legacy the
footprints in the dust
–
empty shells-
ocean waves
wash the shore

roaring bonfires burn-
shadows of ancient stones paint
the salisbury plain
–
waning daylight-
a crow stands guard
over those long dead

the time worn tombstones
children taken far too soon
their stories untold
–
a cardinal takes wing-
poppy blossoms
in the church yard

battlements of stone
rough hewn from the living rock
ever standing guard
–
howling wind
seeking refuge behind
these stone walls

standing in a queue
at the end of my patience
quite unlike this line
–
wind blown sagebrush-
the road I’m on ends
at the horizon