Peace – Page 52 – Iron Haiku

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

the patter of rain-
rocking to the rhythm of
the impending storm
–
on the porch-
the evening air
thick with rain

thoughts of the fallen-
those who purchased our freedoms
with their flesh and blood
–
old glory-
a red haze blinding
the dogs of war

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

hand in hand with you
standing by the river’s edge
watching the drawbridge
–
tinted sunlight-
walking across
a fallen tree

shellshocked and bleeding-
wandering the husk of a
demolished building
–
floating ash-
Nothing left but
deafening silence

misty morning run-
lake water rolls off the bow
oars dipping in sync
–
fingers entwined-
a light rain
ripples

salty air, your hair
blown about your face by the
wind off the water
–
rising smoke-
below decks
on the ferry.