Zen Haiku

4011

grey autumn showers
the sound of the leaves
softer now

cracked river
a girl retraces
her crossing

the whole day
in sounds of autumn
needing the wind

a bird bath, and
the hammer to crack
morning frosts

thought I’d drop into
her sick room…
frangipanis

Tip-toeing
to the red rose bush …
the tot’s wet sneeze.

Neighbours not home …
all midnight hears of it
their black dog’s howl.

Road kill
the blackness of crows
tasting a crow.

Creeping under tin roofs
rust
of the sea fogs.

Autumn breeze
a river cruise passed
by nothing that moves.