Zen Haiku

Poem 796

last orange rays
letting the cratered moon
through my back door.

dusk joins the trees
in the eggs a moth leaves
her generation.

bar maid
covering his change
with a wet cloth.

garden shadows
Aquarius sprinkled
on the gold-fish pond.

swinging
in a moon glow
the swing and I.

First date
I find her on the beach
under the green straw hat.

Just two of us
the beach after midnight
my dog paddling too.

Sand dunes
all day bending – – unbending
the Spinifex reeds.

Loneliness …
sprinkling the quiet surf
with father’s ashes.

A car space found
our beach towels breathing
last season’s scent.