Iron Haiku – Page 262 – A short form poetry blog

The night air’s cold hand

reaches down and pulls my breath

in shards from my chest.
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
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
I go to freeze on dark tides

I wake before three.

for another’s riches

Shoreline

the wind on the dunes-
playful fingers turning the
pages of my book
–
wet towels-
bare feet
on my dash

Morning

april’s robin song-
the morning moon rolls over
and kisses the sun
–
cat at my feet-
your back warm
against my chest

Fire

in the line of fire
standing while the others fall
I am bulletproof
–
rising smoke-
the doe startled
bounds away