Light – Page 58 – Iron Haiku

alone on the dock-
staring into the remnants
of the setting sun
–
skipping stones-
bats take wing
before the moon

rolling scottish hills
flecked with distant spots of white
between far stone walls
–
waist high grass-
curious lambs
approach the gate

iron seas and skies
sailing into the north wind
my face to the rain
–
solitude-
my paddle dips
into glassy water

acrid smoke rising
the ruins of our marriage
burned and smoldering
–
twilight-
our wedding vows
worn and tarnished

the great blue heron
gently gliding just above
its own reflection
–
standing water-
a perfect sky
at my feet

an aging oak tree-
all our sins laid bare beneath
the outstretched branches
–
a shoe in the grass-
the tire swing
motionless

the smile on your lips
reaches deep into your eyes
and into my heart
–
darkness-
reaching out
for your hand

the sky badly bruised
sitting beneath the mottled
colors of sundown
–
roiling-
iron clouds
hanging low

with the setting sun
purple ink spreads across the
paper of the night
–
coming darkness-
the ravens gather
on my roof

the day’s work is done
a blanket of fog settles
over bleaching bones
–
curling water-
the soft rattle
of empty shells