Iron Haiku – Page 459 – 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
The night air’s cold hand

reaches down and pulls my breath

in shards from my chest.
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
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

Together

barely enough room
in my zippered sleeping bag
for the two of us
–
white footprints
your hand
tightly in mine

Figurehead

sandals dangling
water lapping at her thighs
her lover, the sea
–
billowing white clouds
salty ocean mists
kiss her face

Redemption

clinging to the flames
my mortal sins escape me
carried by the wind
–
absolution
casting bread
upon the water