Iron Haiku – Page 518 – A short form poetry blog

The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future
Crimson clouds hang low.

The day’s embers glow softly,

burning down to dusk.
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
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

Mirage

a mirror’s surface
where the water meets the shore
ripples in the wind
–
cat tails
growing in and
out of the water

Calm

in the forest pond
floating water lilies tint
the fishes below
–
ripple-
a golden koi
breaks the surface

Yardwork

amid the spring blooms
autumn’s final vestiges
at last put to rest
–
fallen leaves-
in time become
new soil