Iron Haiku – Page 16 – A short form poetry blog

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
The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future
Crimson clouds hang low.

The day’s embers glow softly,

burning down to dusk.

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