Night – Page 49 – Iron Haiku

spreading alder boughs
provide little respite from
the stifling heat
–
impression
of my sole
in asphalt

freshly mown hay fields
drenched in the long warm rays of
the afternoon sun
–
an deep indigo sky
with you, the Perseids
and a warm blanket

brief is our passage
across the river of time
into the unknown
–
oak saplings
from acorns
never unearthed

coruscating veils
of yellow, purple, and green
midnight in Norway
–
pebbled skin
perfectly
camouflaged

as one with her tree
longing for the one true love
she can never have
–
high in the branches
she watches him
ride away

staring at the stars
she walks in the warm surf while
winds tousle her hair
–
herring gulls
skimming on the
offshore breeze

the moon overhead
a toad lifted from the lane
sitting in my hand
–
walking together
for the first time
your hand finds mine

the wetland chorus
a glorious counterpoint
to my daily grind
–
a Hooded Warbler
wakes me with
flights of fancy

shades from dark to pale
each made up of the other
standing arm in arm
–
frigid night
streaks of fire
light the sky

unable to sleep
in what used to be our home
Feeling your echo
–
labyrinthine walls
reflecting back
your hollow voice