seventh day haiku stone

soft sweet airy breeze
whispers of tender new green
and blossomful buds

 

Day Six Sunday

cool dawn hot coffee
white breath black cat
bells ringing birds singing
a horn, a dog, a shout
someone calling
someone whistling
green finch and silver doves
door slamming, engine revving
the sky,
the sea, 
the blue.

Rabbit at the cat door
Outside looking in.
Waiting patiently
For The Prestige to be revealed. 

day four fast food stone

Oh the guilty pleasure
In the golden buttery peppery dripping saucy heaven 
That is a fried egg sandwich.

Day Three Ay Me

I should be studying the dharma,
I should be writing a small stone,
But feeling sniffly and full of a cold
Feeble excuses raise their ugly heads.
I look down at the crumpled tissue in my hand,
A piece of humble kitchen paper...
And then I see it.
A simple truth lives within its border design
A lotus and a butterfly.
The lotus chases the butterfly,
The butterfly chases the lotus,
And in the empty paperwhite pauses
there is an open,waiting spaciousness.

Day Two Orange Haiku

Six oranges bask,
Knowing themselves so handsome
Against their grey bowl.

The First Small Stone 2013

The cousins' dog
comes wheeling and bounding among us,
his bark a great bursting hymn of joy,
his yard broom coat whiskery and coarse,
the love on his tongue
rough, indiscriminate, unquestioning.
He lifts and  lightens the day.