Iron Haiku – Page 127 – A short form poetry blog

Crimson clouds hang low.

The day’s embers glow softly,

burning down to dusk.
The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
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
Waves, softly lapping

Dappled light wanders.

Across the lush, verdant grass

Humanity

the fifth of July
a time for reflection on
what we have become
–
saguaro cactus-
a small sneaker
in the sand

Independence

canons and mortars-
our patriotic fervor
lights up the night sky
–
fireworks
the dog hides
under my bed

Hunt

above the highway
a red tailed hawk circling
riding the thermals
–
hunting-
an osprey plummets
to the sea