Holiday – Iron Haiku

‘neath a festive sky-
cold ashes rain down upon
old lakota land
–
beneath the stars-
none of us free
unto the last

winter-fat raccoons
take refuge from the snow in
an abandoned crèche
–
christmas eve-
the snow on my roof
again undisturbed

sea foam in her hair
warmed by the tropical sun
caressed by the breeze
–
ocean breeze-
rum runners in the shade
of a date palm

thanksgiving morning-
a rafter of wild turkeys
wander through my yard
–
november frost-
a fresh dusting
of fallen leaves

sepia photos
memories of summerfields
slowly turn to dust
–
summer sky-
carousel music
on the pier

on the veranda-
fog slowly climbs the steps on
this soft starless night
–
walking the moon-
a thin fog blankets
fallen gravestones

a smiling buddha
round belly worn smooth by
hands of thousands
–
pagoda doors-
stone steps cut
in the hillside

dark attic corners
within an old cardboard box
dusty memories
–
summer boardwalk-
sepia toned
memories

a weathered rowboat-
mooring line gently slapping
up against the dock
–
children jumping
from the pier-
lakeside

canons and mortars-
our patriotic fervor
lights up the night sky
–
fireworks
the dog hides
under my bed