Zen Haiku

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snow between the trees
he leaves moonlight
the scent of fox

the will
in pollen
creation

sweat on my face
the re-varnished
oak table top

river breezes
drawing the willows
on Laurel’s face

first day home
in sweetening breaths
the lemon Gum trees

almost skeletons
the drought farmed
day to day

Sun dried
a garland of flowers
around Laurel’s neck

holiday house
our last few streets
of moonglow

steering ahead
a porpoise leads our boat
till the wind turns

sounds of a tide
lapping the rock pools
then merging them