Iron Haiku – Page 395 – A short form poetry blog

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
I go to freeze on dark tides

I wake before three.

for another’s riches
Waves, softly lapping

Dappled light wanders.

Across the lush, verdant grass
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.

Memento

on our bedroom shelf
a collection of sea glass
each piece a moment
–
dogwoods-
petals stolen
by the wind

Delusions

the girl of my dreams
or maybe just one of my
hallucinations
–
freshly cut grass-
watching the clouds
transform

Prudence

my better judgement
failing me once again for
momentary bliss
–
late summer-
the prayers
of the mantis