Iron Haiku – Page 498 – A short form poetry blog

Crimson clouds hang low.

The day’s embers glow softly,

burning down to dusk.
Waves, softly lapping

Dappled light wanders.

Across the lush, verdant grass
The night air’s cold hand

reaches down and pulls my breath

in shards from my chest.
I go to freeze on dark tides

I wake before three.

for another’s riches
The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my

Iron

toiling at the fire
sweat rolls off the smithy’s face
and turns into steam
–
wide oak boughs
shadows
cross the forge

Morning

concentric ripples
spreading across the surface
of a misty lake
–
lakeshore
a striped bass
breaks the surface

Daydreaming

the spinning wheel turns
fingers idly making thread
while the mind wanders
–
adrift
on a sea
of imagination