Zen Haiku

3630

her songs–
to start the day
the magpie’s cracked egg

flat tyres
a girl’s red bike
rests on the sundial

solitary faces
along the river–
I row into the sun

midnight
moths just know
to circle the street lights

rain drizzles
the camp site–
the school holidays too

cellar wines–
I cannot tell
what age brings

dolphins dot
the sunset waves
across our boat

Pacific rim
a sailboat
its future at the edge

hives
following Father
to a future in honey

bee hive
I cannot count
the flowers