Zen Haiku • Spring 2025
Dr. Randy Brooks

Selected Haiku

by
Jim Wilkerson

melted snow
racing down the storm drain
smell of a neighbor's grill

backyard twilight
eight deer stare when
the back door creaks

cats
in an old farmer's shed
no machines

security cam video
daughters walk to the car
for the last time

pup see first winter
doesn't need to be told
how to play in snow

the same smell
as last spring    but
one voice is gone

snow angels frozen
I look where our hands once touched
just three days ago

through the firelight
we kiss with our eyes
an owl keeps calling

cul-de-sac critters
cloes their eyes
tricycle bells

sun tea trickles
over ice cubes
bird bath shakes

east to west
cries and howls
to the same moon

door opens
after years and miles
she is three feet away

empty bird feeder sways
the last few seeds
crunch a block away

forehead to forehead with
eyes closed and no words spoken
a conversation