Zen Haiku

Poem 5582

midnight
junk mail into the wind
into the streets

high noon
the eucalypts
paint the river

without a hint
the apple boughs
begot with buds

sun and cloud
ticks and re-ticks
the brass sundial

kept watching
the sunset fire
kept dying

lips of foam
from the coffee cup
her good morning smile

the hour glass
releasing its sand
releasing its time

she is surprised
her birthday on Skype
___ only one

with a rope swing
the school boy
opens the river

blackberries after lunch !!!
the purple grin
showing her tiny white lie