Iron Haiku – Page 516 – A short form poetry blog

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.
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
Waves, softly lapping

Dappled light wanders.

Across the lush, verdant grass
The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future

Being

who I am is just
in between who I was and
who I will become
–
my future
hinges on keeping
my past promises

Elders

as I walk this earth
I tread on those before me
my path paved with love
–
footsteps
your past guides
my future

Farrier

a day of dirt roads
sawdust, hay, and horse manure
of hard work and sweat
–
hot steel
shaped by experience
and force of will