Sound – Page 9 – Iron Haiku

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

the snick of scissors-
years of her identity
in piles on the floor
–
afternoon rain-
the buzz of gossip
and razors

black feathers gleaming
the final drop of rain falls
from a raven’s beak
–
a tempest-
swirls of cream
in my coffee

wordlessly I watch
as with the greatest of care
you remove my heart
–
rising from the fog-
taking breaths
that are not my own

a gotham snowstorm-
woolen pea coat collar up
leaning into the wind
–
fieldstone walkway-
a dusting of snow
lightly coats the moss

uncomfortable chairs-
the smell of antiseptic
I’ll never forget
–
sheets of rain-
footsteps echo off
glazed white tile

deep in the night sky
beyond the reach of the sun
lost among the stars
–
desert sky-
asleep under
the constellations

tongue already sharp
another shot of bourbon
hones the razors edge
–
rain slicked asphalt-
streetlights glare
in the gutter

as the grey moon sets
the young sun rises above
a new horizon
–
the church yard-
low night bells
toll the new year

eggnog on the stove-
mace and cinnamon dress the
bottom of my glass
–
a glowing hearth-
outside the sun sets
on new year’s day