Iron Haiku – Page 430 – A short form poetry blog

Crimson clouds hang low.

The day’s embers glow softly,

burning down to dusk.
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
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
The night air’s cold hand

reaches down and pulls my breath

in shards from my chest.

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