Zen Haiku

3540

Father’s church
in the sea of songs
an empty praise

Father’s church–
I will not agree
souls need saving

after church
Father carving
our Sunday roast

oh! my! departing geese
a feather
crosses the sun

our shrinking town–
would sound better
in a single’s dance

daughter
the front fence
in birthday balloons

twilight
sealing the sunset
in her paint tubes

at breast
in tender joy
her second born

cupid’s arrow
in the coal mine
in the timbers

grey lake
salmon quietly gulping
for misty air