Zen Haiku

Poem 2128

in the midday lake
we fish at times
a snow-topped mountain.

sea breeze
a wing filled
to raise the gull.

meteor
back to my childhood
the earth is a star.

The whole of the paddock
to gambol
mother and foal.

Night cruise
the swishes at the railing
of her party dress.

Coloured spinnaker
the scented winds
of islands.

Island cruise
a hush of dawn lovers
at the ship’s prow.

Winter fog
paling haloes
around the sun.

Scorning
the waves of tourists
the whale’s suckling calf.

None the same shape
yet a backbone of islands
from the mist.