Iron Haiku – Page 250 – A short form poetry blog

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 past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future
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.

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