Iron Haiku – Page 454 – A short form poetry blog

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.
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.

Restless

wandering this earth
unseen, tired, yearning to be
finally at peace
–
midnight rain
gnarled branches
scrape my window

Frost

long morning shadows
the first sign of winter falls
from the autumn sky
–
winter’s finger
paint on my
window panes

Arrogance

standing in judgement
my perceived righteousness trumps
your humanity
–
seething
holding back
the avalanche