Iron Haiku – Page 358 – A short form poetry blog

The night air’s cold hand

reaches down and pulls my breath

in shards from my chest.
The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future
Waves, softly lapping

Dappled light wanders.

Across the lush, verdant grass
Crimson clouds hang low.

The day’s embers glow softly,

burning down to dusk.
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

Birth

open to the cold
exposed and vulnerable
naked and alone
–
new life-
tempted
by the light

Jamaica

from across the beach-
the hollow silver ring of
a turtle drum band
–
a cold red stripe-
cabana lights
gently sway

Venus

naked in the sun
draped in caribbean light
among the seashells
–
abalone-
the warm glow
of auburn skin