Iron Haiku – Page 381 – A short form poetry blog

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.
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
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

Black

ebony leaves strewn
across an indigo sky
fading out to black
–
moonless-
the warm glow
of a distant fire

Light

shadows of flowers
paint the skin across the vale
of your naked back
–
clouds float by-
shadows spill
into the valley

Weather

flurries of spring snow-
aspen seeds riding the wind
drifting in the sun
–
iron anvils-
the thickening
of august