Iron Haiku – Page 523 – A short form poetry blog

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.
The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future
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

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