Iron Haiku – Page 361 – A short form poetry blog

Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
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
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
I go to freeze on dark tides

I wake before three.

for another’s riches

Dreaming

the face of the moon
in the company of stars
greets me as I wake
–
dream weaving-
pale ghosts of trees
in the moonlight

Night Owl

my bed calls to me
impossible to ignore
but yet I still try
–
waxing moon-
gliding down
on silent wings

Blackout

candle lit windows
on the way to Rodanthe
fending off the night
–
the fire’s glow-
darkness
at my back