Iron Haiku – Page 230 – A short form poetry blog

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
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
Crimson clouds hang low.

The day’s embers glow softly,

burning down to dusk.
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my

Return

reliving the past-
why am I drawn back to you
time and time again
–
poison ivy-
the inevitability
of regrowth

Regrets

your name on my phone-
against my better judgment
I answer the call
–
labor day-
the first taste
of pumpkin spice

Futility

in the deep end
endlessly treading water
lest I slip under
–
sand hill cranes-
a bicycle rusts
amid the cattails