Iron Haiku – Page 452 – 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
The night air’s cold hand

reaches down and pulls my breath

in shards from my chest.
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

Daybreak

dawn by the lakeside
white herons fly over mist
lit by the sunrise
–
morning coffee
steam rises
off the grass

Fields

the november breeze
ushers in the harvest of
amber winter wheat
–
windblown clouds
shadows glide
over golden fields

Commune

seeking mindfulness
and wisdom while studying
in nature’s classroom
–
spring rains
buried acorns
start to seed