Zen Haiku

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the house creaks,
the fire-side spits,
I take the book-mark out

spider eyes
the hate of their freedoms
staring at butterflies

great camera shots
tiger moths on white roses
a long way from home

time to close
the warmth of the library
to walk home in

cafe’ lunch for two
a dropped balloon
comes with the breeze

the magpie and I
ruffled by a wind
across the leaf pile

the riddle of stars
my daughter’s Zodiac
I draw in the sand

covering of stars
a stir through our orange tree
touches the wind chimes

late afternoon
just one shadow measured
the garden sundial

school year ends
the lunch box and bullies
I’ve been through