Peace – Page 9 – Iron Haiku

the promise of spring
pushing through the morning snow-
unopened blossoms
–
morning coffee-
powdered sugar
on my crossword

stoic in the sun-
sand awaiting ruin from
the approaching tide
–
tenuous footprints-
a shimmering surf
over amber sands

fingers cracked with age
settle on the well worn keys
of her piano
–
milky eyes-
memories of youth
and music

a dark bus depot-
waiting by the only light
for hope to arrive
–
dark wanderings-
only the moon
lights my path

invading my dreams-
the warm aroma drifts in
through my bedroom door
–
warm pajamas-
a steaming mug
on my nightstand

sunday morning snow-
the coals put to bed last night
gently coaxed to light
–
aimless snowflakes-
sunlight flashes
and disappears

saturday morning-
I fall back to sleep, your kiss
drying on my lips
–
the bedroom door-
your pillow
still warm

cross legged in the grass-
the morning sun dawns over
a new cairn of stone
–
balancing rocks-
my mind clear
for now

long distance sunrise-
my rig nestled in the grooves
in the center lane
–
marshmallow clouds-
the rising sun
a campfire

early afternoon-
a warm loaf of crusty bread
cooling on the stove
–
pumpkin candles-
easing into
a steaming bath