Zen Haiku

4192

stiff with frost
I lift the webs
she bobs under

afternoon prize
we paddle beside
a porpoise

a see-breath forest
the baying
passes between wolves

horizon Sun
tacking starboard
to the darker shore

wolf howls
each new pup
drooling a mouth to feed

picket fence
the rainbow shimmered
back of a crow

six month winters
hunger biting their tongues
brings the baying of wolves running

I savaged the river
till my end of days
a Pike

Mum’s table
the sandpapered camphor
exudes its scent

prey brings the wolves on
brings them baying on and on
in the white breathed cold