a vivid burst of color said, Princess Haiku

a dance of fronds, said Princess Haiku

a season of magnolia blossoms dancing in wind said, Princess Haiku

an orchid moment said, Princess Haiku

always nature's beauty said, Princess Haiku

scarlet poetics, said Princess Haiku

Scarlet, bloomed on a treacherously windy day. -Treacherous for a poppy that is. I felt mildly rejuvenated by the wind disengaging tendrils of my hair and dispersing pollen helter-skeltery. Perhaps an hour after I completed my studies of this unfortunate creature. -A Lady in red.. The wind tore the gossamer glossy petals right off the stem. I barely had time to become familiar with Scarlet and she was gone. Let this serve as a rejoinder... that poetry today may not be what you think it is.

a dare me purple said, Princess Haiku

history and a flower moment, said Princess Haiku

The contrast between a flower moment and a timeless painting is fascinating. For all of the aesthetic value of a great painting, what would life be without a solitary flower? Would one become desperate enough one day to exchange a Monet for a fragrant rose or a kiss? Well, I must be about my ghostly activities and I will leave you to enjoy musing upon this. A perfect hour is certainly when both are made possible.

a blush of joy said, Princess Haiku

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my only destination is beauty said, Princess Haiku

This cluster of orchids bedazzles the mind as well as the eyes and I captured it for eternity.

Wintersweet Journal 2

I had a beautiful although chilly, February walk in the University of California Botanical Garden today. A star magnolia tree was just beginning to bloom and I was happy to capture a few images. There was a dark sky today and tomorrow a rain storm threatens the emerging buds. How precarious the bloom of earliest Spring blossoms, reminding us all of the vulnerability of life and it its transient nature.

The pale pink of the bloom lends color to my far memories. How many seasons, how many early Spring days belong to the dance repertory of the most beautiful magnolia of all, the Star? Shall we hold the membrane of the soul, the petals to our own soft flesh to commune with the infinite?

Today my journey in the garden saw a star magnolia awaken as Spring perfection.

a solitary lily reflection said, Princess Haiku

I encountered a large white lily in the San Francisco Arboretum, and saw my solitary world in its beauty. It expressed everything that belongs to a moonlight garden, pathos, perfection, mystery, rumination and of course spectral experience. Perfect for a ghost said Princess Haiku, as she vanished into the eye of the flower.

impatiently awaiting Spring, said Princess Haiku

It is still raining today. -Spring rain as ruthless as my ruminations on other years when white snowdrops buried their heads again and refused to come out of the ice. Spring, where are you hiding?

libraries on the edge, said Princess Haiku

Many books in our library in ruins.
Where can this lead?
Small American cities poised on the edge...