Morning – Page 25 – Iron Haiku

this morning’s bugle
reveille played by finches
outside my window
–
birdsong
pulling me
from slumber

amid the spring blooms
autumn’s final vestiges
at last put to rest
–
fallen leaves-
in time become
new soil

footprints in the grass
below my bedroom widow
revealed by the dawn
–
hidden-
disguised by the night
peering undetected

honeysuckle vines
distilling morning sunlight
into liquid gold
–
honeysuckles-
concentrating
liquid sunlightc

in twenty-two years
from now I pray I’ll still be
waking next to you
–
in anticipation-
dreaming of
our old age

a shaft of sunlight
pierces the dirty window
and falls to the floor

The night’s slow passage
A stanza in the poem
Of my sleeplessness

I took for granted
Always waking up next to
Your side of the bed

Through the morning mist
A wading crane, motionless
Suddenly takes flight

Rising from my tea
White threads of heady vapor
Clear the dross of sleep