Wind – Page 11 – Iron Haiku

flat black soulless eyes
devoid of humanity
staring back at me
–
cold city street-
trying not to see
the homeless

the constant north wind-
a forest of leaning trees
hunched against the cold
–
april fools-
a robin’s tracks
in the snow

a once proud lighthouse
wind battered, cracked and aging
still stands defiant
–
chalk cliffs-
scoured by
an angry sea

a cobblestone path-
the back garden gate flanked by
rose bushes in bloom
–
spring breeze-
the cloying scent
of honeysuckle

under crushing debt
the future turns to ashes
swept by our children
–
wild fire-
fed by embers
on the wind

eyes looking inward
staring into the darkness
barely held at bay
–
cleansing breaths-
the forest
whispers

locked in my safe room
the world burning down outside-
is it hot in here?
–
crimson sky-
ashes drifting
on hot winds

open bed pickup
memories caught by the wind
litter the highway
–
twisted fingers-
brittle pages of
her wedding album

coruscating snow
slithers across the highway
hastened by the wind
–
morning sun-
cherry blossoms
in the snow

in the dead of night
the monster under my bed
turns out to be me
–
skeletal branches-
the window framing
unfounded fears