Poem Category: All

to walk round the paths
of a Zen garden,
or sit in Lotus

ceased rowing
the beauties of an autumn’s
falling place

mirrored
canoeing
the willow trees

old man haiku
I speak them softly
in a single breath

sharing the vast stars
my daughter and I
sip vodka and milk

log cabin
a bear’s shadows
moving the snow

Gum tree breezes
a river
shines the Sun

lonesome Tuesday
I walk down to watch
the river’s porpoise

the cat’s feathers
I quickly save face
with a broom