Iron Haiku – Page 496 – A short form poetry blog

Waves, softly lapping

Dappled light wanders.

Across the lush, verdant grass
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
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.
The night air’s cold hand

reaches down and pulls my breath

in shards from my chest.

Perspective

patiently waiting
the river of time seems to
slow to a trickle
–
mayflies
in the pond
a snapping turtle

Raptor

a kestrel soaring
circling on warm updrafts
focused on its prey
–
wings swept
plummeting
earthward

Moonlight

light from the full moon
spills through the open window
and pools on the floor
–
waning
molten silver
moonlight