Iron Haiku – Page 114 – A short form poetry blog

Crimson clouds hang low.

The day’s embers glow softly,

burning down to dusk.
Waves, softly lapping

Dappled light wanders.

Across the lush, verdant grass
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future
The night air’s cold hand

reaches down and pulls my breath

in shards from my chest.
I go to freeze on dark tides

I wake before three.

for another’s riches

Photos

dark attic corners
within an old cardboard box
dusty memories
–
summer boardwalk-
sepia toned
memories

Leaves

I am but a leaf
countless among the masses
on the tree of life
–
approaching autumn-
spring leaves
begin to fall

Time

a rain-soaked highway-
the skeletal hand of fate
cuts another thread
–
trapped in amber-
mountains are as
grains of sand