Iron Haiku – Page 190 – A short form poetry blog

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.
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

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