Iron Haiku – Page 129 – A short form poetry blog

Crimson clouds hang low.

The day’s embers glow softly,

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

reaches down and pulls my breath

in shards from my chest.

Evening

ephemeral rain-
bird songs echo from the trees
in the fading light
–
twilight-
a grove
of amber

Night

my open window-
from the red barn a white owl
asks me one question
–
transfixed-
the field mouse stares
at his death

Mud

dark murky waters
dirt and debris stirred up from
raking the bottom
–
cold rain-
a dark past
muddied by truth