Time – Page 96 – Iron Haiku

thrust from a cliff side
tangled and sinuous roots
seeking some purchase
–
life
defiantly
persevering

glowing embers blow
through gnarled ashen limbs and
pallid withered leaves
–
a cigarette butt
untold miles of
scorched forest

coruscating veils
of yellow, purple, and green
midnight in Norway
–
pebbled skin
perfectly
camouflaged

encouraging words
left in the chinks in my walls
for my future self
–
in a sky blue egg
cracks begin
to appear

these poorly built walls
of isolationism
so easily breached
–
a spreading oak
the cat awaits
her safe descent

as one with her tree
longing for the one true love
she can never have
–
high in the branches
she watches him
ride away

physically drained
emotionally wiped out
I have no spoons left
–
driftwood
beaten by
the surf

old creases deepen
as a smile comes unbidden
to his weathered face
–
morning glory
blossom opens
to greet the sun

the moon overhead
a toad lifted from the lane
sitting in my hand
–
walking together
for the first time
your hand finds mine

slipping off toward
an indifferent future
full of the unknown
–
the future
ruthlessly becoming
the past