Poem Gallery | Zen Haiku

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eucalyptus bones–
the zigzag cracks
in the river mud

duck pond
the bread an old girl takes
to bring them

dust storm
stealing the farm’s top soil
out of our hands

strawberries
our after-lunch picked
from Mum’s clay pots

hoarfrost–
through the hanging icicles
a magpie… sings

forest edge
a lone axe lightens
the shadows

blue-skies drought
waiting in the Gum trees
buds under their bark

I row … they paddle …
our countries shared
with migrating geese

an overnight snow
the hills
divided among themselves

first talk of divorce
I follow her outside
into the dusk