Iron Haiku – Page 403 – A short form poetry blog

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

Dappled light wanders.

Across the lush, verdant grass
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

Mirage

the heat off your skin
bending the air and making
my resolve waver
–
desert sands-
shimmering water
in the distance

Flower

my head on your thigh
searching for divinity
in a sunflower
–
crimson booms
stain the pallid
melting snow

Relentless

endlessly sifting
the detritus of the day
while sleep eludes me
–
an unkempt sky –
wind driven surf
pounds the shore