Summer – Page 25 – Iron Haiku

a quick glimpse into
the recesses of my soul
is all I can bear
–
sinister clouds-
reflections of
black water

elusive silence-
a old game of whispers played
within my own head
–
before dawn-
the wind talking
with the leaves

now all that remains-
the sweet taste of success and
your cherry lip gloss
–
fresh cut grass-
an old blanket and
poetry

waves rise up and fall
the rhythm of the ocean
moves us together
–
surfing-
the swell
of your hips

families asunder-
buzzards circling high above
the southwest desert
–
riding the smoke-
wild horses
in the distance

lying in my bed
beautiful and poisonous
twisted in the sheets
–
african sun-
death lurks
in the tall grass

an empty porch swing-
lazy paddle fans disturb
the hot southern air
–
the forest floor-
dragonflies still
in the thick air

awake in my bed-
dawn eases through my window
gilding all I see
–
a web of stars-
blackbird songs
invades my dreams

the wind on the dunes-
playful fingers turning the
pages of my book
–
wet towels-
bare feet
on my dash

locked in my safe room
the world burning down outside-
is it hot in here?
–
crimson sky-
ashes drifting
on hot winds