Sadness – Page 42 – Iron Haiku

moving through the crowd
the air fetid and stinking
rancid in the heat
–
underground-
pushing in
before the close

out of the shadows
and into the light of day
burning in the sun
–
august sun-
wreaths of flowers
wilting by the roadside

the lust for power
buried in the hearts of men
exhumed far too soon
–
hesitation-
the sharp crack
of thin ice

history lessons-
hard fought wisdom wasted on
those who will not learn
–
melting ice-
unwilling to accept
being this path

head back and arms wide
inviting the elements
to do what they will
–
an umbrella-
defenseless in
the light of day

dark clouds veil the sun-
abandoned by my shadow
alone once again
–
brooding skies-
the scowl of
thunderclouds

standing by the sink
staring at my soapy hands
my momentum gone
–
blinders on-
running headlong
towards a dead end

intently watching
as the castle in the sky
slowly drifts apart
–
drifting snow-
together leading
separate lives

I break a bit more
every time I remember
you’re not coming home
–
overcast skies-
again the postman
skips my house

a mournful windsong
whispering past long dead oaks-
the forest’s lament
–
graveside rain-
one last leaf
taken by the wind