Zen Haiku

4220

out of the Pines
how unhurried a fox slips
into the fog

swinging gate
a party of wildflowers
losing some heads

log cabin
the joy of wren songs
opening dawn

our chorus of sounds
echoed
at breakfast

stepping on river stones
a flash
of rainbow trout

after meal stroll
graffiti more grubby
in the twilight

the whole moon
found in an old Gum
tender new leaves

just pushing
the leaves and twigs aside
mushroom heads

camp fire sizzles
our buttered mushrooms
in scents of the earth

parrots forage
their first born chick
clearing the nest out