Iron Haiku – Page 510 – A short form poetry blog

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
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
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

Exhaustion

through heavy eyelids
the siren song of blankets
calling out to me
–
weary…
stumbling
towards sleep

Downstream

strong flowing rivers
carry meadows and mountains
away to the sea
–
april rains…
roaring brooks
become brethren

Evening

burnt umber thickets
briars silhouetted by
a russet sunset
–
brambles
illuminated by
the dying day