Iron Haiku – Page 408 – A short form poetry blog

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
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.
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future

Destination

leave this all behind
take my hand and run with me
into the new dawn
–
sunrise-
wind blown leaves
cross my path

Tracks

walking in the tide
my temporary footprints
too soon forgotten
–
gentle flurries-
fresh tracks lead
to the birdbath

Passing

whole conversations
pass with just a knowing glance
incomplete silence
–
a heartbeat-
one moment
our lifetime