Iron Haiku – Page 396 – 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 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

Torment

anticipation-
enduring the pain, thankful
for feeling at all
–
deadheading-
rose thorns
pierce my skin

Drag

a flash of silver
swimming in place, lingering
against the current
–
buffeted and battered-
leaning
into the wind

Irony

weeping cherry trees-
a wistful gaze through windows
that never open
–
budding branches-
a cockatoo’s
clipped wings