Iron Haiku – Page 359 – A short form poetry blog

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
The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my

Acceptance

head back and arms wide
inviting the elements
to do what they will
–
an umbrella-
defenseless in
the light of day

Andrew

night at terlingua
the glow of the fire beneath
a blanket of stars
–
desert sands-
rising embers
greet the stars

Rain

drops of quicksilver
balanced precariously
on a blade of grass
–
stained glass-
the palette
heavy rain