Zen Haiku

3310

trellis grapevine
its green…somehow hope
in her sickroom

trellis grapes–
each globe ripened
with summer

suddenly awake–
a beach umbrella
out of the wind

behind the restaurant
the bin cats…
an old fight

school park
the increasing pitch
in squeals and swings

half-drowned in the weir
crayfish feelers
at the tops of my legs

an alley cat
moves with the umbrella
in the rain

in stars
two fireflies here, no there
over the pond

snake
her shed skin
rolls slowly in the wind

holiday house
the air of the town
it breathes by the sea