Water – Page 11 – Iron Haiku

my open window-
from the red barn a white owl
asks me one question
–
transfixed-
the field mouse stares
at his death

dark murky waters
dirt and debris stirred up from
raking the bottom
–
cold rain-
a dark past
muddied by truth

a time of rebirth-
years spent living in the dark
rescued by your light
–
through the water
dancing reflections
from the surface

waiting for the sea-
an ancient mariner mourns
the arriving tide
–
bedraggled skies-
limp with rain over
an unkempt sea

a sidewalk cafe-
lunch forgotten as a crow
lands on my table
–
al fresco-
a rain drop
in my coffee

born of the mountains
falling over age worn stone
scattering the sun
–
summer solstice-
roaring water
fills my ears

in a shadow box
fragments of my broken heart
preserved and on display
–
shimmering heat-
pools of water
just out of reach

cold mountain water-
a riverbed lined with stones
tumbled smooth by time
–
the forest green-
a whispering brook
shares its secrets

the bathroom mirror-
a message written in steam
appears in your hand
–
starlit noon-
steam pours
from off the rocks

low rolling thunder-
lightning crawls across the sky
rattling windows
–
summer night-
the sky lit by
heat lightning