Wind – Page 13 – Iron Haiku

delicate saplings-
bending to the fickle will
of the winter wind
–
bare branches-
a light dusting
of fresh snow

by her bedroom door
listening to my daughter
cry herself to sleep
–
leafless boughs-
no resistance to
the howling winds

heads bowed in respect
under an overcast sky
the flag at half mast
–
rising winds-
halyards ring
the flagpole

you can take my heart
and do with it what you will
I’m finished with it
–
driftwood-
sand dunes
strewn by the wind

as the door closes
I wonder if you’ll ever
walk through it again
–
midnight-
the rustle of leaves
in an empty street

sheets of winter rain
wrung from the lowering sky
sideways in the wind
–
morning run-
frozen leaves
crack underfoot

a callous wind blows
through the cracks in these old bones
and broken windows
–
rusty mountains-
poppy fields in
a sniper’s scope

coastal bittersweet-
north winds blow the raging sea
against the breakers
–
highland cliffs-
amethyst heather
in bloom

floating alone on
an odd patch of flat water
in amidst the waves
–
open windows-
a raven shelters
from the storm

an ocean of books
barely able to slake my
thirst for the unknown
–
gunmetal clouds-
stepping outside
into the deluge