Zen Haiku

Poem 2415

Today she leaves home
a young dove flapping
her wings about.

Cold winds
jerking at the weight
on my dragon kite.

Wedding photographer
gathers us in the wind
about the church yard.

Garden Buddha
the cat snarls explode
in the loose gravel.

Rain forest
between the Pines
highways of silk.

Pub closed
the old windjammer sailor
finds his legs unsteady.

Windjammer anchor
I find its start to rust
in the rose’s bed.

Winter light
the windjammer stripped bare
tied to her wharf.

Windjammer fog
back to my childhood
seeing a ghost.

Of summers past
the windjammer barnacles
tied to the wharf.