Summer – Page 33 – Iron Haiku

weaver of moonlight
roses follow her footsteps
wherever she roams
–
asleep-
walking with
an absent moon

shellshocked and bleeding-
wandering the husk of a
demolished building
–
floating ash-
Nothing left but
deafening silence

salty air, your hair
blown about your face by the
wind off the water
–
rising smoke-
below decks
on the ferry.

my ghosted reflection-
grey faces in the windows
of the passing train
–
stunning vistas-
guardrails floating
above the road

a prairie sunrise-
rails rolling past my window
into the distance
–
crickets-
the silence of
a passing train

in the aftermath-
flowers left by the roadside
fading in the sun
–
stippled sunlight-
mushrooms growing
on fallen trees

on a sea of glass-
the wind, a fickle mistress
abandoning me
–
moonless sky-
wolves howling
into the wind

cloudy desert skies
bringing the promise of rain
and with it new life
–
parted clouds-
fresh cut tulips
on the table

my bed set adrift
on an ocean of vodka
swells lapping my feet
–
whispering waves-
my head hanging
low off the bow

seeking atonement-
clad in fresh linens, walking
down to the water
–
dusty winds-
a lake of bricks
cracking in the sun