Iron Haiku – Page 312 – 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
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.
I go to freeze on dark tides

I wake before three.

for another’s riches
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my

Bats

shrinking from the light
blended into the shadows
I’m invisible
–
dusk-
black clouds
rise from the earth

Winter

the walk to the car-
turning my jacket collar
up against the wind
–
aging-
cold breath
on my neck

Solstice

the solar transit
far to brief indeed on this
winter solstice day
–
winter reborn-
I depart and return
in darkness