Iron Haiku – Page 509 – A short form poetry blog

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

Adversity

bandaged wedding vows
broken trust slowly healing
despite all the pain
–
loss…
mostly
regained

Transience

jewels of morning dew
in a spider’s web, sunrise
scattered by diamonds
–
dawn
captured on
a silken thread

Alarm

this morning’s bugle
reveille played by finches
outside my window
–
birdsong
pulling me
from slumber