Iron Haiku – Page 306 – A short form poetry blog

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.
Crimson clouds hang low.

The day’s embers glow softly,

burning down to dusk.
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

Patience

waiting on my turn-
step by step moving forward
ever so slowly
–
traffic-
another day
turns to night

Shower

caught out in squall
running through the rain, wet hair
plastered to her head
–
evening rain-
stepping from
a warm bath

Ashes

the black charred remnants
of forty years of marriage
smolder between us
–
a fallen tree-
reduced
to ash