Iron Haiku – Page 5 – A short form poetry blog

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
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
Crimson clouds hang low.

The day’s embers glow softly,

burning down to dusk.
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

Library

shining white marble-
the mourning dove comes to rest
on a lion’s mane
–
time worn steps-
halfway between patience
and fortitude

Winter

february hush-
dawn reveals willows dressed in
january snow
–
sunrise-
crusted snow
underfoot

Wind

ivory wavelets-
remnants of the evening’s wind
scalloped in the snow
–
winter’s fury-
a tempest borne
on driven snow