Peace – Page 19 – Iron Haiku

knelt down before you-
my voice offered as a sign
of my devotion
–
scorched copper sky-
blood I’ve spilled
on your alter

white scrims of sea foam
gauzy and delicate as
a dragonfly’s wing
–
seaweed-
sun dried by
the high tide line

a weathered rowboat-
mooring line gently slapping
up against the dock
–
children jumping
from the pier-
lakeside

a thief in the night-
sleep steals into the room and
takes me unawares
–
cunning-
the sly sofa
steals my will

a viking long boat
trailing ash and smoke floating
towards valhalla
–
central park-
cigar ashes on
the chess board

shavings of maple
remnants of a craftsman’s work
spread across the floor
–
a willow tree
the old man carves
in the shade

ephemeral rain-
bird songs echo from the trees
in the fading light
–
twilight-
a grove
of amber

a time of rebirth-
years spent living in the dark
rescued by your light
–
through the water
dancing reflections
from the surface

cold mountain water-
a riverbed lined with stones
tumbled smooth by time
–
the forest green-
a whispering brook
shares its secrets

as day turns to night
the sun gives her dying light
to the mountain tops
–
mountain peaks-
aging temples
streaked with snow