Zen Haiku

3320

autumn flames—
other backyards too
smoking before it rains

to greener pastures—
the still born curled
where the herd left it

a misty rain stops–
a butterfly enters
the door of our train

shooting ducks
one drowns
before the retriever bites

forest walk
my fear faced
in the spider webs

moonshine…
its orbit contriving
the ebb of tides

the hours pass–
the fireside spits–
a winter night

drying winds
in a ribcage
left by the herd

the rain stopped—
the ants being rushed
by the sunshine

seeping tide
the boat’s name again
in sunshine sparkles