Iron Haiku – Page 497 – 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
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
I go to freeze on dark tides

I wake before three.

for another’s riches

Illumination

milky shafts of light
shine on the dust motes hanging
in the evening air
–
slow curls of smoke
faintly glowing
embers

Perspective

spying Earth from space
a hard reminder of our
insignificance
–
a sand grain
amidst the
multitude

Return

the clinking of ice
he signals the bartender
for just one more drink
–
false dawn
an owl returning
to it’s nest