Sky – Page 5 – Iron Haiku

a great bald eagle-
I’m forced to watch her greatness
fly on broken wings
–
a woodland pond-
the still water
brackish

another black cloud-
rain runs down my iron skin
leaving trails of rust
–
acid rain-
too much life
etched in my face

long distance sunrise-
my rig nestled in the grooves
in the center lane
–
marshmallow clouds-
the rising sun
a campfire

winter at the shore-
sun bleached clam and oyster shells
blend into the snow
–
approaching storm-
sea foam white
in the wind

widening ripples-
a heron’s reflection
reaches the far shore
–
black water-
a willow branch
touches the moon

late afternoon sun-
illuminated dust motes
meander through time
–
first snow-
autumn leaves
across the threshold

talking to himself-
making his way down a street
only he can see
–
gathering clouds-
her eyes a shade of
coffee cream

circling eagles-
nesting on the mountaintop
as Sisyphus weeps
–
wavering sands-
a desert oasis
just out of reach

the harsh morning sun-
touring the damage again
for the final time
–
green and black clouds-
through broken glass
the storm arrives

the bright hunter’s moon-
a ‘possum in my garden
gleaning the harvest
–
soft autumn eve-
the crackle of leaves
under marauding paws