Haiku

by Kim Richardson
fallen leaf
caught up in a branch
all winter
your quiet breathing
long before dawn
the roaring wind
I put another log
on the fire
my son coming home
after morning practice
the stillness
of high tide
on the tree outside
the meditation hall
a ripe peach
over the door
of the shrine-room
passion flowers
a straggle of poets
between the tide-marks
beachcombing

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