Night – Page 29 – Iron Haiku

as the sun rises
I try once more to forget
the sins of my past
–
spring evening-
frogs still
as I walk past

years of my life spent
in the futile pursuit of
bubbe’s chicken soup
–
easy rain-
sandwiches and
tomato soup

slices of the moon
slivered through the window blinds
drape across your back
–
snowy owl-
cold branches
in the dead of night

your door left open-
looking back at you as I
close it behind me
–
moonlight-
your mobile
slowly winds down

offer me darkness
and take me to the places
I would never go
–
gnarled trees-
green eyes glow
in the shadows

fingers intertwined
your slippered feet atop mine
before the fire
–
two dozen years-
still waking up
next to you

blue moonlight drips through
holes in the tattered shingles
onto the barn floor
–
peeling red paint-
the barn door
hangs askew

over greening trees
the ashen face of winter
watches the sunrise
–
peep frogs-
rainfall on
the river

charcoal black velvet-
an upholstered sky pierced by
pinholes of starlight
–
desert mesa-
the broad expanse
of the midnight sky

under crushing debt
the future turns to ashes
swept by our children
–
wild fire-
fed by embers
on the wind