Frost – Page 6 – Iron Haiku

your name on my phone-
against my better judgment
I answer the call
–
labor day-
the first taste
of pumpkin spice

an aging lighthouse
stands sand blasted and buried
by the walking dunes
–
frigid winds-
the predawn
desert frost

the constant north wind-
a forest of leaning trees
hunched against the cold
–
april fools-
a robin’s tracks
in the snow

white breath and mittens-
on the pond shaved ice gathers
the sounds of laughter
–
heavy blankets-
the sound
of falling snow

written in anger
signed in blood and gently sealed
with the kiss of death
–
impending storm-
newspapers aloft
in the morning wind

hushed elevator-
the open doors close once more
leaving us alone
–
frosted glass-
winter air
seeps in

going to bed late
dreading the dawn for who knows
what the day may bring
–
blowing snow-
the coarse growl
of a passing train

silver cormorants
standing by the melting edge
of a frozen lake
–
snowfall-
koi slowly swim
beneath a skin of ice

the time has come to
take my heart down off the shelf
and gift it to you
–
long winter shadows-
a snowshoe hare
braves the sun

quietly cracking-
gentle waves frozen within
the river’s surface
–
irrigation pond-
young skaters
scarves and gloves