Night – Page 11 – Iron Haiku

my bedside vigil-
each moment slipping away
taking you with them
–
machines hum-
outside your window
a starless night

grey dying embers-
on rising smoke the campfire
draws its final breath
–
evening dew-
cooling ashes and
echoes of laughter

in the western sky
the sun sets on iron clouds
promising thunder
–
leaves in the wind-
the low rumble
of distant thunder

moonlight in her hair-
she walks along the shoreline
and into the night
–
a turtle’s splash –
the moon wavers
on the water

alone on the street
with scarcely a backwards glance
from the passers by
–
three threadbare coats-
his breath still clouds
the autumn night

living in this house-
a shrine to your past regrets
and those yet to come
–
low tide-
finding sea glass
and jellyfish

my back turned to you-
pretending to be asleep as
you climb into bed
–
angry clouds-
blue skies
forgotten

we’re only human
well, some of us anyway
the rest who can say?
–
under the covers
alone with
my mistakes

mid september moon
shines behind indigo clouds
circled in silver
–
blushing-
the harvest moon
kissed by the sun

softly falling rain-
wandering through the graveyard
in the dead of night
–
overcast-
reading the details
of those long dead