Iron Haiku – Page 513 – A short form poetry blog

I go to freeze on dark tides

I wake before three.

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

Communion

iPhone vibrating
mocking my attempt to be
at one with nature
–
meditation
water threading
between my toes

Luna

in the full moon’s light
a desert scorpion glows
an unearthly blue
–
silver
illumination
of midnight

Deluge

a flash of lighting
tears the fabric of the night
letting in the rain
–
wet brilliance
slicing through
shadows