Sky – Page 34 – Iron Haiku

the early morning sun
walks amid the wet grass and
turns the dew to gold
–
twilight-
memories of dreams
most elusive

near enough to see
daylight fading to the point
where the rain begins
–
tending the garden-
raindrops warm
on my neck

fields of wildflowers
fastidiously tended
by hard working bees
–
summer afternoon-
nectar turning
to honey

the sun reaching down
tenderly kissing the edge
of the atlantic
–
sandpipers-
morning waves
kiss my feet

roaring bonfires burn-
shadows of ancient stones paint
the salisbury plain
–
waning daylight-
a crow stands guard
over those long dead

the late august sky-
from behind the thinning clouds
unfamiliar stars
–
the dead of night-
a pewter moon
rising

alone on the dock-
staring into the remnants
of the setting sun
–
skipping stones-
bats take wing
before the moon

high above the clouds
all my worries down below
so far behind me
–
steaming tarmac-
a double rainbow
delays our flight

last minute details
awhirl with activity
all before we leave
–
fog rolling in
light rain falling
obscuring the jetway

streaks of wispy clouds
paint dry brushed on the canvas
of the evening sky
–
shadows of trees-
crickets by
my open window