Iron Haiku – Page 470 – A short form poetry blog

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.
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
Waves, softly lapping

Dappled light wanders.

Across the lush, verdant grass
The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future

Insomnia

sleep so elusive
reliving memories in
my childhood bedroom
–
oppressive heat
clock watching
until sunrise

Reeds

at the marsh’s edge
flat water just visible
between the rushes
–
cat tails
swaying in
the salt breeze

Tao

not quite a woman
and yet no longer a girl
searching for her path
–
fresh snow
treading lightly
in your footprints