Iron Haiku – Page 412 – 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

Serenity

gossamer weavings-
drops of early morning dew
snare the rising sun
–
birdsong-
the stillness
of false dawn

Evening

sunset through the trees
one final glory beneath
the coming of night
–
rising shadows-
silhouettes against
the dusky sky

Depth

deep meditation-
searching for infinity
by looking within
–
lotus blossoms-
deeply breathing
the forest peace