Iron Haiku – Page 484 – 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
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 night air’s cold hand

reaches down and pulls my breath

in shards from my chest.

Shadow

dealing with the grief
of saying goodbye to you
for the final time
–
rest
at last
in peace

Paper

fine handmade Washi
creased and folded into art
by talented hands
–
watching the birth
of an origami
lobster

Tenacity

thrust from a cliff side
tangled and sinuous roots
seeking some purchase
–
life
defiantly
persevering