Seasons – Page 18 – Iron Haiku

deep mahogany-
my smile as you ease over
the worn brown leather
–
your auburn hair-
easy small talk
over peanuts

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

the dimly lit booth-
a small guttering candle
spills it’s meager light
–
two martinis-
your foot on
my bar stool

widening ripples-
a heron’s reflection
reaches the far shore
–
black water-
a willow branch
touches the moon

late afternoon sun-
illuminated dust motes
meander through time
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first snow-
autumn leaves
across the threshold

talking to himself-
making his way down a street
only he can see
–
gathering clouds-
her eyes a shade of
coffee cream

leaves blow through the barn-
the sweet smell of feed dust hangs
heavy in the air
–
ringing steel-
horseshoes red in
the farrier’s forge

angry winter night-
grey shutters on the northern wall
banging in the wind
–
on the south porch-
sharing the sunrise as
the wind chimes slowly

circling eagles-
nesting on the mountaintop
as Sisyphus weeps
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wavering sands-
a desert oasis
just out of reach

the harsh morning sun-
touring the damage again
for the final time
–
green and black clouds-
through broken glass
the storm arrives