Zen Haiku

Poem 936

Beach pavilion
moulded by midday
a perfect round shadow.

All over us
the surf tumbled
by a passing storm.

Beach party
we leave the others alone
to their school games.

A moonlit walk
yet in the morning
not a footprint by the sea.

On the long beach
such storm cracked lightning
so far from home.

Sundial garden
a cracking egg
surrounds the chick.

Garden sundial
a passing snow-ball
from the school boy.

Sundial garden
the silence of lemons
decaying on the lawn.

Sundial
a garden black rain
oozes down the stone path.

Garden sundial
making shadows deep
the fall of dusk.