Zen Haiku

3550

un-gloved–
for all to see
the pledge of her diamond

perfumed
all at once–
the office lift

the family car
we polish monthly–
the reach of the tots

brushing slowly
sounds as it is
the moon in Laurel’s hair

a shooting star
brightens the beach
I came to lay on

the Big Bang sent
a shooting star–
the beach I dream on

sea colouring
the sunset’s
orange juice

autumn blows
found in the leaves
the rake rusting

spacing them
should fit the shelf
Father’s urn– his model boat

ebbing marsh
I know so well
the pelican’s spiral