Six Haiku

Scattered at sea 
my father’s ashes 
waving

A child’s drawing 
the seagulls and the waves 
the same shape 

The path leading 
to the old lighthouse 
lined with broken seashells

Kaleidoscope —
the glittering marina 
not much changed 

Beach read 
the wind flipping 
to the end 

As the sun sinks
the volume of the ocean
increasing