Iron Haiku – Page 511 – A short form poetry blog

Crimson clouds hang low.

The day’s embers glow softly,

burning down to dusk.
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.
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
Waves, softly lapping

Dappled light wanders.

Across the lush, verdant grass

Pact

a feather’s tip nicks
the torn paper’s ragged edge
bleeding bright black ink
–
an obligation
the contract
signed in blood

Disruption

afternoon stillness
the piercing cry of a crow
hanging in the air
–
wooded path…
unintended
silence

Fantasy

lilacs in her hair
as she lays in the grass with
clouds floating whimsy
–
escapees from
my minds eye
in the clouds