Zen Haiku

Poem 1098

Garden raspberries
enough in my cupped hands
for the family pie.

Sundial garden
the tom cats snarling
at midnight.

Garden sundial
the morning moves slowly
from its foggy start.

Lake mirror
only moonlight
to support our canoe.

In the mirror
lace curtains strumming
the guitar on the bed.

Bedroom mirror
the fan’s rattle
re-winding the heat.

Shattered mirror
a perfumed letter caught
fluttering out.

In the mirror
the room filled now
where Laurel dressed.

Mirrors
returning to rock pools
the full moon tide.

Antiques shop
only the blemish thrives
behind mirrors.