Iron Haiku – Page 499 – A short form poetry blog

Waves, softly lapping

Dappled light wanders.

Across the lush, verdant grass
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.
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my

details

the weathered old man
makes peace with the universe
tending his bonsai
–
fiddlehead ferns-
seeking god in
the golden ratio

Direction

faintly glowing stars
the ancient light a missive
from the distant past
–
a moonless night
our path defined
by starlight

Orlando

blinded by hatred
enrobed in the ignorance
of what love can be
–
midnight-
groping for
the light