Iron Haiku – Page 519 – A short form poetry blog

Crimson clouds hang low.

The day’s embers glow softly,

burning down to dusk.
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
Waves, softly lapping

Dappled light wanders.

Across the lush, verdant grass
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.

Surf

waves topped by whitecaps
crash onto the jetty far
below my window
–
breaking waves-
ocean and shore
sotto voce

Unseen

footprints in the grass
below my bedroom widow
revealed by the dawn
–
hidden-
disguised by the night
peering undetected

Drifting

when I’ve lost my way
the candle in your window
beckons me back home
–
wandering-
guided towards
your light