Iron Haiku – Page 523 – A short form poetry blog

Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
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
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.

Caution

semaphore flags snap
high in the ominous sky
double back and red
–
a tempest-
warning flags
flying high

Fragility

an arc of limestone
scoured by the desert wind
carved by passing time
–
balancing rock-
sculpted by wind
and time

Cover

an unseen rabbit
eyes the fox suspiciously
from beneath the hedge
–
hidden-
the rabbit spies
a hungry fox