Iron Haiku – Page 247 – A short form poetry blog

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
Waves, softly lapping

Dappled light wanders.

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

The day’s embers glow softly,

burning down to dusk.
I go to freeze on dark tides

I wake before three.

for another’s riches

Grounding

the stones in my path
used to build a foundation
keeping me grounded
–
peace-
rain runs off
the temple roof

Death

my soul recoils from
the cold skeletal touch of
the angel of death
–
twilight-
fireflies lead me
across the river

Recovery

almost a year clean
yet I still have a hard time
passing by the spoons
–
closing time –
club soda
my paltry reward