Zen Haiku

Poem 2434

Garden shed
surprised… a spider
behind the old biscuit tin.

From the patio
the wind-chime’s joy
spreads through the house.

The tip-toe tot
now knowing
roses make her sneeze.

garden shadows
tossing the sparrow hops
hand to hand.

Full white sails
the moon will not let
the windjammer free.

Windjammer
leaning back to guess
the height of her crow’s-nest.

Strolling onto work
past all the pleasure yachts
to our old windjammer.

At dawn
windjammer following
the wild geese home.

The windjammer turns
her summer breeze spilling
from sail to sail.

Spring thaw
a sparrow puffed in its bath
at the pond’s edge.