Time – Page 62 – Iron Haiku

a cool cloudy night-
the horizon aglow with
fingers of lighting
–
dry lightning-
fire licks the walks
of the arroyo

in a farmer’s wall
amid the moss and loose stones
frogs sing in the night
–
crickets-
rain traces
stone to stone

up above the fray
just outside of the spotlight
he tugs on the strings
–
a rumpled hat-
his marionette dances
for loose change

as the fog rolls in
skeletons of spectral trees
fade into the night
–
foggy evening-
gnarled branches
scratch at my window

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

your door left open-
looking back at you as I
close it behind me
–
moonlight-
your mobile
slowly winds down

offer me darkness
and take me to the places
I would never go
–
gnarled trees-
green eyes glow
in the shadows

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

leaning back eyes closed
listening to the whitecaps
as they roll on shore
–
salt spray-
roaring wind
in my ears