Iron Haiku – Page 324 – 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
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
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

Light

late afternoon sun-
distant shadows highlight the
sepia landscape
–
quicksilver moon-
the skyline
alight

Graveside

aimlessly searching
for a place to lay my bones
when the light fails me
–
fresh engravings-
the morning sun
on frosted stone

Separation

ashes and embers-
my gentle caress lingers
barely on your lips
–
cold glass-
the distance
of your touch