Wind – Page 12 – Iron Haiku

dark menacing skies
downed trees and power lines-
the storm overhead
–
brooding clouds-
wolves bay
in the distance

written in anger
signed in blood and gently sealed
with the kiss of death
–
impending storm-
newspapers aloft
in the morning wind

asleep on a bench
the hard rap of a nightstick
startles him awake
–
dark rain-
wet newspaper
her only refuge

the sliding doors shut
as the train pulls away I’m
still on the platform
–
changing winds-
the last robin
takes wing

going to bed late
dreading the dawn for who knows
what the day may bring
–
blowing snow-
the coarse growl
of a passing train

your face in the glass
its hard to believe were just
an ocean apart
–
cold winds-
across the table
a sideways glance

the wind plays a cat
unravelling skeins of snow
as I walk along
–
the wee hours-
between my legs
a sleeping cat

your head on my chest-
falling asleep together
in the afterglow
–
a warm breeze-
tangled together
in the tall grass

standing behind you
the center of attention
almost out of view
–
ill wind-
spiders repair
their broken webs

the walk to the car-
turning my jacket collar
up against the wind
–
aging-
cold breath
on my neck