San Francicso Senryu

San Francisco Senryu


In the Tea Garden.
No single stone or grass stem
placed here in anger.

Majestic temple.
My words lost in the redwoods
mystic murmuring.

Ocean is chaos.
Waves form and give birth to a
perfect sand dollar.

Note: I'd forgotten about these, written at the same time as San Francisco. They were called to mind while wandering the Japanese Festival at the New Orleans Museum of Art today.

1 comment:

Pam said...

I like these haiku, particularly I and II. Makes me miss the West Coast.