Iron Haiku – Page 430 – A short form poetry blog

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

Pending

a deep mountain pool
overflowing with moonlight
waiting on the rain
–
predawn silence-
dew collects
on fallen leaves

Prints

walking in the snow
grinning as you casually
step in my footprints
–
robin tracks-
early spring
snowfall

Experience

picking myself up
from all the times I’ve fallen
back in love with you
–
floating ice-
piling up
downstream