Zen Haiku

3650

the coffee pot boils–
I cannot join
my Zodiac stars

Gum trees
lightening the thoughts
I drive home in

Mum’s heat
drawing on life
to crack its egg

full moon
drawing the sea
to rock pools

our coffees boil–
lost in the stars
the Infinite

from the egg
its first cheeps
making the parents forage

start of day
in the pond
the light of a frog’s leap
Re: Basho’

autumn moves–
plastics making a dump
of rustled leaves

jazz music
through the window
late summer heat

a lightning flash
the sundial
in answer