Iron Haiku – Page 16 – 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
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.
I go to freeze on dark tides

I wake before three.

for another’s riches

farm stand

by a country lane-
a hand lettered wooden sign
farm fresh eggs for sale
–
fresh eggs-
a card table
in the shade

Web

early morning dew-
a spider’s silken shift work
floats above the grass
–
last night’s rain-
pearls rest on
tatted lace

Horizon

alone and asea-
drifting on the line between
the ocean and sky
–
eventide-
the sun ignites
a fiery sea