Iron Haiku – Page 333 – 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.
Waves, softly lapping

Dappled light wanders.

Across the lush, verdant grass
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
I go to freeze on dark tides

I wake before three.

for another’s riches
The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future

Solitude

floating alone on
an odd patch of flat water
in amidst the waves
–
open windows-
a raven shelters
from the storm

Sun

the fall of the year-
bare limbs of towering trees
reaching for the sun
–
sunrise-
amber leaves
on the water

Lost

years of wasted time
of opportunities lost
and then you were gone
–
ancient water-
black scales sink
beneath the surface