Iron Haiku – Page 155 – 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 night air’s cold hand

reaches down and pulls my breath

in shards from my chest.
The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future
Waves, softly lapping

Dappled light wanders.

Across the lush, verdant grass
I go to freeze on dark tides

I wake before three.

for another’s riches

Birds

a mackerel sky-
skeins of canadian geese
flying overhead
–
routine commute-
cardinals cross
my path

Anniversary

a towering oak-
our initials in a heart
carved into the trunk
–
sunset park-
the bench where
we first met

Missing

the bathroom door locked –
water covers the threshold
soaking the carpet
–
echos in the hallway-
your phone goes
straight to voice mail