Peace – Page 65 – Iron Haiku

the sky burns crimson
in anticipation of
the ocean’s embrace
–
dawn chorus
an homage to
the rising sun

I can’t remember
dwelling in darkness since I
came into your light
–
barren trees
stand vigil
awaiting sunrise

broad wings outstretched
running across the water
before taking flight
–
rustling leaves
wind mulling over
a goose’s wing

stilling the waters
the taste of salt on my lips
from kissing your tears
–
the loon’s cry
rising sun over
a winter lake

the passage of time
etched deep in the wrinkles on
his leathery face
–
turning leaves
a bed of moss lit
by stippled sunlight

relaxing at last
working out in the garden
under the moonlight
–
high silver clouds
a beaver breaks
the water’s surface

when put to paper
a masterpiece is born from
a single feather
–
a stream flows
from my hand
in fits and starts

pulling on warm clothes
taken straight from the dryer
my guilty pleasure
–
on the subway
the smile of a dog
being rubbed right

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

loving you out loud
and I’m not even a bit
apologetic
–
trumpeter swans
building their nest atop
a beaver lodge