Sound – Page 8 – Iron Haiku

cross legged in the grass-
the morning sun dawns over
a new cairn of stone
–
balancing rocks-
my mind clear
for now

deceptive shadows-
I make my way back to bed
the hall light left on
–
moonlight on the floor-
I check again
under her bed

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

deep mahogany-
my smile as you ease over
the worn brown leather
–
your auburn hair-
easy small talk
over peanuts

early afternoon-
a warm loaf of crusty bread
cooling on the stove
–
pumpkin candles-
easing into
a steaming bath

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

leaves blow through the barn-
the sweet smell of feed dust hangs
heavy in the air
–
ringing steel-
horseshoes red in
the farrier’s forge

angry winter night-
grey shutters on the northern wall
banging in the wind
–
on the south porch-
sharing the sunrise as
the wind chimes slowly

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