Life – Page 102 – Iron Haiku

you’re my cinnamon
my sugar, salt, my pepper
the spice in my life
–
open windows-
a cool breeze
tousles your hair

the wind whips and snarls
down across the galleries
with malice at heart
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whispering pines-
deep in conversation
with the trees

one final look back
collar turned up against the
horizontal rain
–
spring peepers-
the rain of snare drums
on the forest floor

a lone egret stands
beneath a spreading chestnut
sheltered from the rain
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thunder snow-
after images of
white lighting

reaching for you as
just beyond my memory
you slip from my grasp
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withered leaves-
parched soil runs
between my fingers

it’s been a long ride-
this road’s often difficult
but worth the journey
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apple blossoms-
taken by the
wandering wind

an aging pen knife
coaxes an old fisherman
from a block of wood
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midday rain-
an empty chrysalis
among the milkweed

freshly turned earth falls
from the back of my shovel
burying the light
–
overcast skies-
a tenuous flame
turns to smoke

the heat off your skin
bending the air and making
my resolve waver
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desert sands-
shimmering water
in the distance

my head on your thigh
searching for divinity
in a sunflower
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crimson booms
stain the pallid
melting snow