Iron Haiku – Page 305 – A short form poetry blog

Crimson clouds hang low.

The day’s embers glow softly,

burning down to dusk.
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
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
Waves, softly lapping

Dappled light wanders.

Across the lush, verdant grass

History

cracks in the pavement
mirrored by the crows feet in
a homeless man’s face
–
ruins-
ivy climbs
crumbling walls

Ice

long icicles cling
tenaciously to the rocks
and flow to the ground
–
ice jam
the rising waters
chill my soul

Distance

from a different life
the passing of an old friend
rests on my shoulders
–
moonrise-
a silver wind
sways the curtains