Heat – Page 22 – Iron Haiku

giggling children
burying my feet in warm
caribbean sands
–
shearwaters-
palms fronds
in the breeze

candle lit windows
on the way to Rodanthe
fending off the night
–
the fire’s glow-
darkness
at my back

a saddle blanket-
the only thing found between
my jeans and my horse
–
horseshoes-
the coal forge
cherry red

coupling freight cars-
clouds of smoke darken the air
throughout the rail yard
–
startled crows-
smoke and coal ash
fill the sky

ghosts walk the streets of
an abandoned mining town
out of the shadows
–
desert shade-
sand dancing
across the road

fields of wildflowers
fastidiously tended
by hard working bees
–
summer afternoon-
nectar turning
to honey

a taste of freedom-
locked within a castle mount
above the meadows
–
afternoon heat-
careful hands
fitting stone

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

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

the burning forests-
gaia’s tears turn to embers
borne off by the wind
–
peals of thunder-
rain falling
on a wild fire