Sun – Page 31 – Iron Haiku

lace curtains drawn back-
shadows of tiger lilies
adorning my walls
–
breakfast for one-
fresh cut blooms
on the table

a cool ocean breeze
comes onshore and brings the taste
of salt to my lips
–
low tide-
footprints of gulls
in the wet sand

waking every day
under a threadbare blanket
to an empty bed
–
bleary eyed-
the crows outside
contemplate murder

as the sun rises
I try once more to forget
the sins of my past
–
spring evening-
frogs still
as I walk past

a stash of acorns
squirreled away for safekeeping
in a hollow tree
–
bird feeder-
spring daffodils
seek the sun

seagulls hovering
wings outstretched and motionless
faced into the wind
–
sunrise-
beach sand in her
wind blown hair

the last white rhino-
a moment of extinction
right before our eyes
–
blood in the dirt-
a portrait with
his latest kill

flat black soulless eyes
devoid of humanity
staring back at me
–
cold city street-
trying not to see
the homeless

rivers of sunlight-
the waking ocean meets the sky
and the coming dawn
–
sunrise-
morning glory
blossoms

a once proud lighthouse
wind battered, cracked and aging
still stands defiant
–
chalk cliffs-
scoured by
an angry sea