Iron Haiku – Page 190 – A short form poetry blog

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
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
Waves, softly lapping

Dappled light wanders.

Across the lush, verdant grass
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my

Sunset

a sienna sun
set low in the eastern sky-
the treetops alight
–
red stratus clouds-
remnants of the
evening sun

Mirrors

a gilded mirror-
reflections of other lives
from across the room
–
frosted windows-
fire reflected
in your eyes

Rainfall

heavy pounding rain
outside my window the world-
a monet painting
–
early morning rain-
snare drumming
on the skylights