Rain – Page 11 – Iron Haiku

most of my life spent
standing by the water’s edge
never getting wet
–
ashen skies-
in a barrel of rain
my reflection

gentle drops of rain
fall from the trees to collect
on my upturned face
–
quiet water-
minnows surface
beneath my shadow

floating alone on
an odd patch of flat water
in amidst the waves
–
open windows-
a raven shelters
from the storm

every single day
regrettable decisions
I can’t seem to stop
–
waiting in vain-
a puddle
of streetlight

an ocean of books
barely able to slake my
thirst for the unknown
–
gunmetal clouds-
stepping outside
into the deluge

a prick and a push-
quelling my inner deamons
for just a moment
–
thunder-
reveling in
the sudden silence

in the far distance
gunmetal mountains embossed
on an ashen sky
–
cherry blossoms-
jagged peaks float
above leaden clouds

I won’t bet my life
on a roll of the dice but
I’ll take my chances
–
parting clouds-
hoof prints
in the damp soil

rough fisherman’s hands
haul up the day’s catch under
a mackerel sky
–
circling hawks-
shark skin clouds
promising rain

howling in the night
a cold wind pounds on my door
straining the hinges
–
black rain-
branches scrape
my darkened window