Zen Haiku

Poem 2174

Strolling past sunflowers
at eight months
now she accepts their nods.

Windjammer bones
yet the sea’s first cooled rock
still its deepest treasure.

Sunset sinks
a brumby splashes through the river
to the cool green hills.

Wet Sunday …
parts of the newspaper
in every room.

she leaves the room
an afterimage
her red silk kimono

Rear-view mirror
headlights…
the sense of it before the crash.

temple grounds
the smile of the Buddha
wanes with the moon

Total fire ban
flame-tree leaves
litter the park.

Between cities
released pigeons
heading home.

Ocean mist
then comes the deeply rising singing
of the whales.