Iron Haiku – Page 252 – A short form poetry blog

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
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

Shadows

a quick glimpse into
the recesses of my soul
is all I can bear
–
sinister clouds-
reflections of
black water

Whisper

elusive silence-
a old game of whispers played
within my own head
–
before dawn-
the wind talking
with the leaves

Courtship

now all that remains-
the sweet taste of success and
your cherry lip gloss
–
fresh cut grass-
an old blanket and
poetry