Iron Haiku – Page 514 – A short form poetry blog

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
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 past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future

Detritus

I drag my feet through
the dust of relationships
that I’ve left behind
–
shuffling
forward into
an empty future

Expiration

a dying ember
brightened by love’s final breath
at last extinguished
–
autumn
the last robin
falls silent

Bloom

a silken rose bud
opens with just a whisper
but only for me
–
red velvet and lemon
delicate blossoms
gently unfurl