Zen Haiku

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alone I saw it…
the Gum in the wind, fall,
to the sun on the river

surrounding
the eucalypti
the season of rings

covered in white…
the melt beneath
passing under the bridge

she looks back—
the child like I faced
a kindergarten gate

the break into school
through demolition tape—
my old writing desk

sound travels
for no special purpose
a magpie wakes me

no words for it…
such white roses with a dove
cooing in the last light

blanket snow
a bellbird
tinkles the air

freezing ears–
over blankets of snow
a bellbird…tinkles

…seasons…
how the life in the Gums
turn into rings