Iron Haiku – Page 382 – A short form poetry blog

Crimson clouds hang low.

The day’s embers glow softly,

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

I wake before three.

for another’s riches

Extinguish

searching for a trace
of the light behind your eyes
but making my peace
–
afterimage-
the candle
doused

Realizations

I’ve struggled so long
stumbling through the darkness
blinded by the truth
–
awakening-
the light of
a false dawn

Rain

the patter of rain-
rocking to the rhythm of
the impending storm
–
on the porch-
the evening air
thick with rain