Smoke – Page 8 – Iron Haiku

mired in the past
endlessly forced to repeat
the sins of my youth
–
born of fire-
ashes rise
into the night

stone walls and dirt floors-
candle flames cling to their wicks
throwing dark shadows
–
straw bedding-
a tallow candle’s
uneasy light

arid desert sands
old leather cracking in the
unforgiving sun
–
rising smoke-
a candle’s
last remnants

sunset on the lake
threading my wet fingers through
tangerine waters
–
salmon skies-
october morning
the hills ablaze

standing divided
sunlight shining on my face
my feet in shadow
–
peeks of sun-
our stately elm
torn asunder

ashes in the air
embers of glowing orange
peering through the flames
–
quiet laughter-
coals dying
in the night

surrounded by friends
sitting around the campfire
retelling old tales
–
clearing skies-
broken branches
new neighbors

night at terlingua
the glow of the fire beneath
a blanket of stars
–
desert sands-
rising embers
greet the stars

candle lit windows
on the way to Rodanthe
fending off the night
–
the fire’s glow-
darkness
at my back

I break a bit more
every time I remember
you’re not coming home
–
overcast skies-
again the postman
skips my house