Zen Haiku

Poem 2409

Wet weekend
a snail slides itself
to the front door bell.

Barely awake
without any thought
the singing dawn.

Drenched mail-box
a snail slimes
even the hand-written.

Father’s borrowed car
down lover’s lane …
once in a blue moon.

How ancient
are the forests shaped
to give me breath.

laundry door
children leaving years
scratched in the paint.

Windjammer
all the stars out
all the sails out.

Migrating geese …
the windjammer ruffled
with sails.

Spinnaker
filling sun
with wind.

Windjammer sails
flecks of salt
flicked to the sun.