A Poet's Path

secretly, my brush
dipping into haiku ink
a poem emerges


I was reading a journal from last winter and this small poem was written on the inside cover. Princess Haiku, I mused, winter is passing and few poems to show for the long dark nights. While I have been caught up in every day life, the breath of my poetry has been silent. Nature has given pen and ink to one who hesitates at times, to peer beneath the surface of feelings. The "great plunge" is often difficult and a poet can be seduced by moonlight, music and illusions.