Water – Page 33 – Iron Haiku

iron seas and skies
sailing into the north wind
my face to the rain
–
solitude-
my paddle dips
into glassy water

eaten alive, wedged
in the belly of the beast
resigned to his fate
–
roaring water-
the spawning grounds
await upstream

butterfly kisses
half asleep on my shoulder
soft breath in my ear
–
cool breeze-
your tears
slowly drying

faces of the dead
constantly with me waiting
for my eyes to close
–
lost souls-
the silence
of the fen

the great blue heron
gently gliding just above
its own reflection
–
standing water-
a perfect sky
at my feet

split in two at birth-
all these years spent searching for
that which makes me whole
–
wild horses-
where the river
meets the sea

the sky badly bruised
sitting beneath the mottled
colors of sundown
–
roiling-
iron clouds
hanging low

the burning forests-
gaia’s tears turn to embers
borne off by the wind
–
peals of thunder-
rain falling
on a wild fire

the day’s work is done
a blanket of fog settles
over bleaching bones
–
curling water-
the soft rattle
of empty shells

the patter of rain-
rocking to the rhythm of
the impending storm
–
on the porch-
the evening air
thick with rain