Peace – Page 48 – Iron Haiku

quietly aging-
under the stairs, a box of
curling photographs
–
wind blown leaves-
walking slowly
hand in hand

speak not of winter-
late autumn flowers bloom through
lightly falling snow
–
caramel sunlight-
autumn’s first
turning leaf

exploring the world
starting with the common ground
found beneath my feet
–
fading sunlight-
stone steps
along my path

faded love letters
the pages of our marriage
dog-eared and wrinkled
–
mulled cider-
clothes fresh
from the dryer

living day by day
striving to open my mind
and keep my mouth shut
–
nests amid the rafters-
prayer bells ring
in the rain

a glass dragonfly
darts through the air and alights
on my upturned palm
–
low winter sun-
stained glass
painting the wall

robins flying south
I’m left stranded alone with
my desperation
–
evening dew-
california poppies
closed for the night

the arc of the sky-
uncountable stars over
an ocean of sand
–
a blanket of stars-
hand on the tiller
slave to the wind

your small fragile hand
once grasped so tightly in mine
now a hardened fist
–
clear blue sky-
learning to fly
on the way down

low afternoon sun-
the play of shadow and light
against your bare skin
–
under the sheets-
between us
the midnight sun