Iron Haiku – Page 284 – A short form poetry blog

Waves, softly lapping

Dappled light wanders.

Across the lush, verdant grass
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
I go to freeze on dark tides

I wake before three.

for another’s riches

Remnants

thousands of moments
the taste of a prior life
memories of you
–
late winter-
pockmarks
in the snow

Focus

eyes looking inward
staring into the darkness
barely held at bay
–
cleansing breaths-
the forest
whispers

Low

the low morning sun
full of threats and promises
through the falling snow
–
skies alight-
the rumble
low and throaty