Iron Haiku – Page 525 – 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
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
Waves, softly lapping

Dappled light wanders.

Across the lush, verdant grass
The night air’s cold hand

reaches down and pulls my breath

in shards from my chest.
I go to freeze on dark tides

I wake before three.

for another’s riches

Introspection

often I frequent
my mind’s darker recesses
to search for solace
Or
in the dark corners
of my mind
seeking peace-

Destiny

Peace is elusive
But a respite from the past
Would suffice for now

Shadows

a shaft of sunlight
pierces the dirty window
and falls to the floor