Iron Haiku – Page 502 – 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.
Crimson clouds hang low.

The day’s embers glow softly,

burning down to dusk.
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
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

Gaia

bobcats and black bear
mark their territory in
the suburban wild
–
predawn-
awakened again
by coyotes

Shadows

falling amber rain
collecting in brackish pools
under a street light
–
a moment
flash lit raindrops
suspended in time

Secrets

I shed my skin and
hang another skeleton
deep in my closet
–
alone
with my fetid
alter ego