Night – Page 39 – Iron Haiku

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

ebony leaves strewn
across an indigo sky
fading out to black
–
moonless-
the warm glow
of a distant fire

searching for a trace
of the light behind your eyes
but making my peace
–
afterimage-
the candle
doused

I’ve struggled so long
stumbling through the darkness
blinded by the truth
–
awakening-
the light of
a false dawn

weaver of moonlight
roses follow her footsteps
wherever she roams
–
asleep-
walking with
an absent moon

wandering the earth
easing pain and suffering
collecting last breaths
–
a copse of trees-
bones
amid the litter

my anger rising
holding back my tongue
while I try to breathe
–
irritation –
ring tails slip
into the shadows

time draws to a close-
I hold his hand, helping him
walk across this bridge
–
a pale horse-
the onus
of these souls