faith, hope and charity said Princess Haiku

This is one of the flowers that I captured in the dahlia garden in Golden Gate Park, San Francisco this year. The garden was a gift from the San Francisco Dahlia Society. Thanks to the volunteers who presented the City of San Francisco and its visitors with such a wondrous garden.

awash in pink petals said, Princess Haiku

I captured this photo of a pink dahlia in Golden Gate Park a few months ago. This garden sponsored by the San Francisco Dahlia Society is one of the largest and most beautiful public gardens anywhere. Now I am awash in memories of pink for the once glorious garden has turned to russet, beige and gold.

Psyche's House said, Princess Haiku

still petals fall
in Psyche's house
muted whispers of prayer

two flowers as white as snow said, Princess Haiku

It is a very cool evening in Northern California and these white flowers seemed a perfect expression of that.

a flounce of flowers said, Princess Haiku

I encountered these flowers in the SF Dahlia Garden outside the Conservatory of Flowers and they are a sublime moment of pink.  The nights grow longer and the moment of their bloom will soon end.

the last flowers of Autumn said, Princess Haiku

These lovely pink blooms were captured in the dahlia garden outside of the Conservatory of Flowers in San Francisco. Autumn flowers are often the most spectacular: dahlias, fuji mums, spider chrysanthemums and late roses. As  regrets for the passing of summer fill my heart these flowers are a sweet consolation.

festival of dahlias divine said, Princess Haiku

The San Francisco Dahlia club grows a wonderful garden at the Conservatory of Flowers and it is in full bloom! Many thanks to their wonderful volunteers who bring thousands of people joy every year.

Musing on Baudelaire's Esthetic

Beauty

I am lovely, O mortals, like a dream of stone,
And my bosom, where each one gets bruised in turn,
To inspire the love of a poet is prone,
Like matter eternally silent and stern.

As an unfathomed sphinx, enthroned by the Nile,
My heart a swan's whiteness with granite combines,
And I hate every movement, displacing the lines,
And never I weep and never I smile.

The poets in front of mine attitudes fine
(Which the proudest of monuments seem to implant),
To studies profound all their moments asign,

For I have all these docile swains to enchant-
Two mirrors, which Beauty in all things ignite:
Mine eyes, my large eyes, of eternal Light!

Princess Haiku listened to rain strike like little cat paws on her window. November twilight was covering the world outside with an opal mist of rain. Such a perfect night to remember the far past and muse on the poetry of Baudelaire, she thought. Why is it that in the midst of busy lives we can still be all alone?