Winter – Page 4 – Iron Haiku

frigid midnight winds-
the moon smears lampblack shadows
on the virgin snow
–
wolf moon-
winter berries
turn to ash

a thin scrim of frost-
muddy waters churn beneath
this fragile veneer
–
storm clouds-
reopening
old wounds

on reticent wings
under cover of darkness-
silently hunting
–
liquid moon-
a stream of bats
flows through the night sky

a sheltered hollow-
in the footsteps of winter
the last melting snow
–
mid april-
morning grass
crusted with snow

winter’s dying breath-
the winged herald of spring
arriving too late
–
morning frost-
tender lilac buds
robed in ice

softly glowing coals-
the gentle curve of your hips
make the snow drifts blush
–
afternoon sun-
rising streams
of snow melt

the blankets askew-
you stand before the window
glowing in moonlight
–
together asea-
with eyes the sky
and hair the sun

the day’s writing gone-
a vast expanse of paper
waiting on the muse
–
pen to paper-
the clock again
rolls over

can’t tell from here if
I’m inside looking out or
outside looking in
–
midnight musing-
maybe I’m the one
in the mirror

sitting ‘neath the moon-
entranced by the graceful curve
of your bare shoulder
–
caramel skin-
silver moonlight
in your hair