Zen Haiku

Poem 1258

Mirrored
spring rain almost dried
between sliding doors.

The bare bones of trees
the mirrored lake
thick with leaves.

Red silk kimono
the scent of jasmine
in her jet-black hair.

Red silk kimono
she crosses the room
with whispers.

Her red silk kimono
on our picnic
yesterday’s rain in the grass.

I hawk, cannibal
in these mountains of the gods
kill whom I damn please.

Stray dog
first to the school yard
at holiday’s end.

Kindergarten asleep
just the beginnings
of crayoned art.

Starlight campfire
the near sound of horses
shuffling for warmth.

School holidays
scattered on the table
their rushed breakfast.