Iron Haiku – Page 487 – A short form poetry blog

The night air’s cold hand

reaches down and pulls my breath

in shards from my chest.
Waves, softly lapping

Dappled light wanders.

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

Hamadryad

as one with her tree
longing for the one true love
she can never have
–
high in the branches
she watches him
ride away

Shoreline

staring at the stars
she walks in the warm surf while
winds tousle her hair
–
herring gulls
skimming on the
offshore breeze

Exhausted

physically drained
emotionally wiped out
I have no spoons left
–
driftwood
beaten by
the surf