Zen Haiku

Poem 2086

grandma’s window
grandfather’s peach tree
in fruit again.

dawn gathers
in the green of the trees
eyes open ‘ blink.

forest clearing
I come to a hand saw
dull with rust.

the rustle of leaves
ploughing through autumn
the push bike and I.

home opened for sale
the way they scattered
our children’s toys.

Her eighth month…
stretch marks
along the sea shore.

Mediterranean cruise
the far migrating geese
come out of the blue.

Cracked loose ice
rising
the waves of blue whales.

Cruise ship table
her smile to the waiter
tainting my white wine.

All sunset
the sea’s horizon
is the same sliced orange.