Zen Haiku

Poem 2418

Faster into it
the lower it sinks
the horizon moon.

Brushing the sky
a moth enters the fall
of oak leaves.

Rain forest
slime over-slimes
the autumn leaves.

Midnight mass
the streetlights haloed
by fog.

streaks of dawn
catching the lilac bush
then colouring it.

Up the windjammer wharf
one leathered salty sailor
then another.

Windjammer sails
I pull up frozen
to the rope ladder.

Windjammer
flapping sails, she turns
to the light out of dawn.

Windjammer
half weighed down
from winter light.

An albatross glides
across the sky blue sea
a windjammer.