Zen Haiku

Poem 2246

Dawn spreads …
a boat leaving the harbour
to gull cries.

Holy oceans
from your deep greens
the whales blow.

Rocking gently
boats and gulls
coloured sunset-red.

Nesting cliffs
only moonlight meanders
over the waves.

Ship’s rails
a yellow balloon
just fits to our pace.

Tropic isle
a ghosting rain
shines the silence.

horizon
letting our sails fill-in
the first light.

Lounge-room
a square of winter sun
around the curled cat.

Snow melt
out of stone hillocks
re-birth of the stream.

Dawn rising
the frailty of Venus
on the window alone.