Iron Haiku – Page 493 – A short form poetry blog

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
Waves, softly lapping

Dappled light wanders.

Across the lush, verdant grass
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.

Waterfall

long flowing tresses
cascade down from her shoulders
swirling at her feet
–
running
fast and free
into the future

Eventide

the sun’s departure
as the day draws to a close
burns the ombré sky
–
fireflies
against the
dawn of night

Tranquility

after the bowl sings
so peacefully sits the monk
in meditation
–
calm water
reflective of
inner peace