Iron Haiku – Page 83 – A short form poetry blog

Crimson clouds hang low.

The day’s embers glow softly,

burning down to dusk.
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
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

Heat

a circle of flame
swirls deep inside the furnace
working overtime
–
rushing water-
the promise
of warmer feet

Luna

silvery fingers-
the moon I plucked from the sky
safe in my pocket
–
crescent moon-
silver fish swim
among the stars

Idle

rising car exhaust
lifted on the morning breeze
before dissolving
–
the waning sun-
at the curb
idling