Iron Haiku – Page 501 – A short form poetry blog

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.
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
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
I go to freeze on dark tides

I wake before three.

for another’s riches

Fleeting

iridescent wings
hover over a flower
as I stand entranced
–
awestruck…
nature
at her finest

Refuge

silently stoic
the weathered lighthouse still stands
off in the distance
–
the setting sun
barely visible
through the fog

Peace

the wellspring of souls
beckons inexorably
for us to return
–
the bodisattfa
compassionately
delays nirvana