Iron Haiku – Page 517 – A short form poetry blog

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.
Waves, softly lapping

Dappled light wanders.

Across the lush, verdant grass
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.

Drenched

after the rain storm
mossy scent of wet pavement
steaming in the heat
–
suddenly
heavy raindrops
bursting

Lost

a bicycle bell
she speeds by, skirt fluttering
laughter in the wind
–
She’s gone
before I know
it’s her

Anger

a cold rain shower
washes down my upturned face
hiding bitter tears
–
cloudy
dark and moody
raining together