Seasons – Page 47 – Iron Haiku

a time worn foot path
generations of sandals
eroding the stones
–
along the path-
moss grows over
the garden stones

the smell of sawdust-
practiced hands work the gouges

turning wood to art

–

ocean waves-
driftwood rests
among the shells

a long meander-
river banks bent by the slow
persistence of time
–
weeping willows-
cattails and rushes
bend in the wind

the first day we met
your perfect little fingers
wrapped around my thumb
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laundromat-
your clothes tumble
next to mine

horizontal rain-
fractured palms and broken dreams
tumble down the street
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dark greasy smoke-
The sky lit
by falling embers

dull red numerals-
precious sleep stolen away
minute by minute
–
the wee hours-
eyes wide open
In the darkness

late afternoon sun-
snow fades to grass as winter
draws to a close
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red feathers-
in the snow
a purple crocus

gauzy white and gray
shifting in the breeze on a
cerulean sea
–
morning sun-
dust rises from
the desert floor

softly melting snow-
the trumpets of returning
canadian geese
–
the ides of march-
a robin graces
my dogwood tree

dark forest shadows
stand in stark relief against
the cold moonlit snow
–
silver moonlight-
mercury in
retrograde