Sound – Page 24 – Iron Haiku

tiny wisps of light
at the edge of the forest
dancing in the dark
–
the nighttime sea-
distant sirens
in the dark

twisting in my sleep
I smell the blood and cordite
and lotus flowers
–
torrential rain-
countless lost
to take a hill

brutal onshore winds-
a nor’easter whips the sea
as waves pound the beach
–
my collar up-
a man chases
his hat

blowing on my tea-
before dawn the feral wind
roars in frustration
–
walking my dog-
the wind nips
at my heels

late winter garden-
a calico patchwork of
leaves and melting snow
–
a hollow log-
rain falls
on melting ice

golden fields of wheat-
long blades of giant windmills
lazily turning
–
arid sun-
sagebrush
swirls in wind

slowly settled in
every movement painful with
these old weary bones
–
well worn stones-
shore water’s
ebb and flow

early spring flurries-
a young robin perches in
snow covered holly
–
peach sunrise-
frost glazes the
juniper berries

an old foundation
reclaimed by a forest of
thickly tangled vines
–
blowing snow-
winds sing in
the chimney

strange muted voices
filtered through thin hotel walls
keeping me awake
–
overcast-
alone again
far from home