a fragrant longing, said Princess Haiku

Spring orchid too large-
shy, my heart hides under white clouds
a fragrant longing

white petals, said Princess Haiku

a snow blossom tree-
was born to weep white petals
a lonely Spring path

moonlight splashes October flowers, said Princess Haiku

Tell me the secret of your perfection, implored Princess Haiku,





but the flowers were silent as immortality.





Eventually the moon drifted into dense cloud and Princess Haiku fell asleep,





dreaming of petal skin and magenta solitude.

Spring rain on plum blossom, said Princess Haiku

behind a gate
this dazzle of plum blossoms
spring rain - my heart

3 Spring haiku, said Princess Haiku

my snow blossom tree
was born to weep white petals,
a lonely Spring path

at moonrise knowing
you will never walk with me again,
spill of April light

fish ripple in Spring
a blue net poises overhead,
still cloud catching mind

secret, my brush, said Princess Haiku

secret, my brush
dipping into pale gold ink
another dawn

another season of chrysanthemum begins, says Princess Haiku

Follow the journey of these newborn chrysanthemum seedlings with me.



chrysanthemum shrine
offerings- a poet's gold
was this flower a dream?

the Spirit of the Hill, said Princess Haiku and a gate to fairy

I was wandering in a woods today and came upon a gateway to the hidden Kingdom. Princess Haiku, you must be careful I thought.






Even the hills have eyes, and the other world with its supernatural beauty lures.



It's easier to leave altogether rather than search for the aesthetics of this earthly realm.

-and yet such beauty
everywhere still breath and eyes
these enchanted hills

Zap! A Fabulous Marin Chrysanthemum Show, said Princess Haiku

Today was a beautiful Autumn day, said Princess Haiku and the chrysanthemum show was dazzling.



I chatted with some lovely members of the Marin Chrysanthemum Society and they extended a warm welcome. They informed me that in the early summer they sell chrysanthemum seedlings at the farmer's market and that is a good thing to know



Did you know that there are chrysanthemum bonsai trees as well as many types of chrysanthemums?



The intensity and perfection of the flower was as blinding as white light.







Enjoy, said Princess Haiku as she vanished into a dazzle of rare beauty and flowers that evoke the spirit.





When the winter chrysanthemums go,
there's nothing to write about
but radishes.

Matsuo Basho

a dream inside out, said Princess Haiku

dreaming inside out
transparent the white flowers
nowhere else to go

only light, Princess Haiku
,

haiku in white

at moon rise knowing
you will never walk again with me,
spill of winter light

Way of the Pink Flower

oh, no
way of the pink flower,
a dream

via

The Eye of Chrysanthemum

falling asleep
a chrysanthemum dreaming
flash, a gold rain

to Camille

pale camellia
her petals dreaming of moon
awake, the fragrance

sleep, chrysanthemum

sleep, chrysanthemum
in my arms fall storm all night
this gold sanctuary

spring orchid too large
shy, my heart hides under moon
this fragrant longing

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.

Snow Blossom Tree

my snow blossom tree
was born to weep white petals,
a lonely Spring path