Iron Haiku – Page 250 – 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

Ashes

high flying embers
remnants of a prior life
slowly turn to ash
–
distant thunder-
lightning strikes
a joshua tree

Together

from this day forward
two lives bound together by
simple bands of gold
–
rich brown earth-
massive oxen
yoked together

Alone

in a basement bar
the windows dirty with time
drinking my coffee
–
sheets of rain-
a community
of strangers