Winter – Page 31 – Iron Haiku

changing directions
deciding my journey starts
were the pavement ends
–
a cold wind-
stepping out
onto thin ice

alone with my thoughts
in the distance barren trees
fade into the mist
–
before sunrise-
my mug of tea
gently steaming

intently watching
as the castle in the sky
slowly drifts apart
–
drifting snow-
together leading
separate lives

in the overgrowth
well worn by the hands of time
forgotten tombstones
–
by the window
waiting, staring
at the falling snow

faces of the dead
constantly with me waiting
for my eyes to close
–
lost souls-
the silence
of the fen

the day’s work is done
a blanket of fog settles
over bleaching bones
–
curling water-
the soft rattle
of empty shells

searching for a trace
of the light behind your eyes
but making my peace
–
afterimage-
the candle
doused

time draws to a close-
I hold his hand, helping him
walk across this bridge
–
a pale horse-
the onus
of these souls

trapped by bitter cold
prison bars of leafless trees
holding me steadfast
–
spring snow-
steaming tea
fogs the window

the wind whips and snarls
down across the galleries
with malice at heart
–
whispering pines-
deep in conversation
with the trees