Iron Haiku – Page 96 – A short form poetry blog

The night air’s cold hand

reaches down and pulls my breath

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

I wake before three.

for another’s riches
Waves, softly lapping

Dappled light wanders.

Across the lush, verdant grass

Reveal

peeling back the dark
exposing the ugly truth
to the light of day
–
low tide-
broken shells
on the sand

Waiting

my bedside vigil-
each moment slipping away
taking you with them
–
machines hum-
outside your window
a starless night

Frost

an overnight frost-
reluctant to let go of
these summer evenings
–
a new day born-
on the pumpkins
a touch ol frost