Iron Haiku – Page 521 – A short form poetry blog

Crimson clouds hang low.

The day’s embers glow softly,

burning down to dusk.
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
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

Waiting

in twenty-two years
from now I pray I’ll still be
waking next to you
–
in anticipation-
dreaming of
our old age

Silence

the dragonfly’s drone
suddenly silenced when it
alights on my palm
–
stillness-
the dragonfly
landed

Tides

slow ocean waves
push the gathering sea foam
gently into shore
–
murmuring-
the ocean whispers
to the shore