Sky – Page 12 – Iron Haiku

old invitations-
coffee’s brewed in the kitchen
if you’d ever show
–
rising steam-
cozy dreams
of coffee shops

frosted azure skies-
the curves of a white dragon
taken by the wind
–
pencil thin clouds-
the ocean reaches out
to touch the sky

knelt down before you-
my voice offered as a sign
of my devotion
–
scorched copper sky-
blood I’ve spilled
on your alter

white scrims of sea foam
gauzy and delicate as
a dragonfly’s wing
–
seaweed-
sun dried by
the high tide line

chocolate ice cream
slowly melting in the heat
of the summer sun
–
amber skies-
an ice cream truck
around the corner

the fifth of July
a time for reflection on
what we have become
–
saguaro cactus-
a small sneaker
in the sand

canons and mortars-
our patriotic fervor
lights up the night sky
–
fireworks
the dog hides
under my bed

above the highway
a red tailed hawk circling
riding the thermals
–
hunting-
an osprey plummets
to the sea

my open window-
from the red barn a white owl
asks me one question
–
transfixed-
the field mouse stares
at his death

a time of rebirth-
years spent living in the dark
rescued by your light
–
through the water
dancing reflections
from the surface