Iron Haiku – Page 433 – 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
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
The night air’s cold hand

reaches down and pulls my breath

in shards from my chest.

Beginning

chasing the sunset
just over the horizon
ever out of reach
–
hoary grass-
the sky aglow in
morning twilight

Rising

by the temple gates
burning incense left as a
simple offering
–
hot springs-
steam rising from
the snow monkeys

Passing

death comes unbidden-
a brief pause before leaving
to collect his due
–
icicles-
melting in
the winer sun