Haiku Poems by George Newton:

walking and stretching
binoculars, fog
a long-billed curlew calls

phone rings
puppy-dog breath
late poplars dream

Here's what was behind this haiku: It was early morning, I'm in that zone between deep sleep and waking -- dream prone. I hear the phone. The dog jumps on my bed and is kissing my face (wake-up!). Outside my window fall maples stir in the morning breeze. These seemingly disparate elements conflate into a brief spontaneous 'dream': the man-made mechanical jarring me into the work-a-day world (it was Ottawa calling); our domesticated beast telling me it's OK 'cause we're still a pack and it's time to go hunting; and the beautiful trees, pure wildness, ever re-minding/re-framing via their mere proximity.