Zen Haiku

Poem 934

Along the stormy beach
we often walk
waves retching their seaweed out.

Staring out
the waves fizzle in
as moonlight.

Bobbing here or there
along the shore
the whiskey bottle.

Sunrise beach
the strut of gulls
printing the first few tracks.

Homeless
driftwood arranged
by tides.

Garden sundial
the full moon
faintly timed.

Garden sundial
the autumn clouds
fickle with time.

Garden sundial
a magpie on the canary’s cage
suddenly flies off.

On the sundial
mother’s gold ring
while she gardens.

Sundial garden
being alarmed at first
to the hive’s gentle hum.