Iron Haiku – Page 492 – A short form poetry blog

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.
Waves, softly lapping

Dappled light wanders.

Across the lush, verdant grass
Crimson clouds hang low.

The day’s embers glow softly,

burning down to dusk.
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
I go to freeze on dark tides

I wake before three.

for another’s riches

Aura

when I’m in shadow
you pull me into the light
and show me the sun
–
old driftwood
a salamander
basking

Deceit

tiny little lies
the mortar between the stones
of my foundation
–
morning
glistening on
silken threads

Currents

swaying water grass
iridescent dragonflies
hover in the breeze
–
gusting wind
ripples in
the lavender