Time – Page 77 – Iron Haiku

giggling children
burying my feet in warm
caribbean sands
–
shearwaters-
palms fronds
in the breeze

the face of the moon
in the company of stars
greets me as I wake
–
dream weaving-
pale ghosts of trees
in the moonlight

my bed calls to me
impossible to ignore
but yet I still try
–
waxing moon-
gliding down
on silent wings

candle lit windows
on the way to Rodanthe
fending off the night
–
the fire’s glow-
darkness
at my back

changing directions
deciding my journey starts
were the pavement ends
–
a cold wind-
stepping out
onto thin ice

alone with my thoughts
in the distance barren trees
fade into the mist
–
before sunrise-
my mug of tea
gently steaming

intently watching
as the castle in the sky
slowly drifts apart
–
drifting snow-
together leading
separate lives

a saddle blanket-
the only thing found between
my jeans and my horse
–
horseshoes-
the coal forge
cherry red

coupling freight cars-
clouds of smoke darken the air
throughout the rail yard
–
startled crows-
smoke and coal ash
fill the sky

perfectly flat stones
skipping on a gentle arc
across the water
–
a quiet splash-
willow branches
touch the water