Fall – Page 2 – Iron Haiku

encroaching midnight-
the doomsday clock poised to toll
humanity’s dirge
–
pools of red wax-
guttering candles
cast their meager light

the rustling breeze-
leaves coerced from their branches
to dance in the wind
–
quarantined-
milkweed seeds float
past my window

ghost of old rumors-
morbid curiosity
about the house on the hill
–
a one eyed crow-
tortured shrieks of
wrought iron hinges

much more so than life
death will be my defining
characteristic
–
a cold rain
the bus arrives
to take me back home

summer at the farm-
the scent of hay and manure
permeates the air
–
white flicks of foam-
horses steaming
in the autumn air

the bright hunter’s moon-
a ‘possum in my garden
gleaning the harvest
–
soft autumn eve-
the crackle of leaves
under marauding paws

dawn passes to dusk
giving rise to winter and
the fall of the year
–
on a cold wind-
another year gone
without notice

in endless circles
the moon dances with the stars
through the solstice night
–
an absent sun-
sleet clatters off
the autumn leaves

through endless farmland-
I suddenly see myself
in a passing train
–
ice tinged puddles-
a stranger lingers
in the water

another el train
rumbles by as I sit in
my open window
–
an ailing fan-
ninety degrees
at two am