Iron Haiku – Page 450 – A short form poetry blog

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 past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future
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.
Waves, softly lapping

Dappled light wanders.

Across the lush, verdant grass

Recollections

our favorite booth
fond memories now haunting
a table for one
–
calm water
the shadow of
a rope swing

Amour

your licorice lips
the taste of clove and anise
lingers on my tongue
–
quiet sunrise
a rose bud
slowly opens

Castles

the Scottish highlands
a castle ruin, moss, and stone
rising from the moors
–
falcons take wing
moonlight ripples
on the loch