Spring – Page 14 – Iron Haiku

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

the smell of sawdust-
practiced hands work the gouges

turning wood to art

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ocean waves-
driftwood rests
among the shells

a long meander-
river banks bent by the slow
persistence of time
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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

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

golden fields of wheat-
long blades of giant windmills
lazily turning
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arid sun-
sagebrush
swirls in wind

wind in the rushes-
dawn breaks on a night-heron
stalking the salt marsh
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onshore breezes-
deep in the fen
the cattails sing

the last day of spring-
apple blossoms ride on the
late afternoon breeze
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barefoot-
crab apples
in the grass

by a forest stream
above the frogs and crickets-
winter stars appear
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late spring thaw-
fox kits cross
a fallen oak