Shadow – Page 33 – Iron Haiku

our favorite booth
fond memories now haunting
a table for one
–
calm water
the shadow of
a rope swing

freshly cut flowers
in a wreath of fallen leaves
laid upon your grave
–
curled sepia photos
seeds taking root in
freshly turned earth

dawn by the lakeside
white herons fly over mist
lit by the sunrise
–
morning coffee
steam rises
off the grass

the november breeze
ushers in the harvest of
amber winter wheat
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windblown clouds
shadows glide
over golden fields

ghost of summer’s sun
ring tailed bandits in the night
making such mischief
–
october sky
arcturus settles in
to the throne of the king

flashes light the sky
the guttural wind, distant
whither comes the storm
–
laid bare
desperately
seeking shelter

wandering this earth
unseen, tired, yearning to be
finally at peace
–
midnight rain
gnarled branches
scrape my window

long morning shadows
the first sign of winter falls
from the autumn sky
–
winter’s finger
paint on my
window panes

standing in judgement
my perceived righteousness trumps
your humanity
–
seething
holding back
the avalanche

wrapped in a blanket
of condolence and comfort
still mired in grief
–
shooting stars
crossing skyward
on golden wings