Zen Haiku

Poem 2271

Dawn
showing the pacific off
to the island tourists.

Dawn still stormy
the wreck breaks up the surf
broken by it.

Lighthouse beam …
the sounds of the shore
between our sails.

Pleasure yachts
the fondle the tides shape
around their rears.

Tropic isle
the travelled seed
first germinates.

Indian summer
another wave folding
moonlight in its sound.

Pelican family
stepping out of wings
to the shallow tide.

Grandfather clock strikes
the moonlight moves
into the attic.

Alone again
the shapes in the tea leaves
foretelling her.

Turning
to its night vision
the barn owl.