beauty of hours, said Princess Haiku is a moment in poet mind

bathing in ivory petals 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.

dew drops on pale petals 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.

a swan of petals said, Princess Haiku

Midnight Garden

reprint from March 23, 2007



The full moon shines
with all its might,
drenching my garden
with mystic light...............

L. 11 years old

Flowers such as "Queen of the Night" bloom only in hours of darkness and belong to my sister's midnight garden. They open pale eyes under the light of the moon, when the rest of the world is sleeping. Their perfume is more intoxicating than ordinary flowers for they belong to dream and mystery. One of the night flowers; Cereus greggi blooms only for one midsummer's night each year. The flower exudes its exquisite perfume as night falls, then closes forever with the first touch of dawn. There are people who are like that too; special people who in a unique moment touch us with ephemeral beauty.

burnished gold interior of a magnolia heart said, Princess Haiku

beautiful hours of a flower, said Princess Haiku

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.

snow of a white flower said, Princess Haiku

Princess Shikishi
from Winter: Fifteen Poems


Left on treetops the brocade remains: from my garden, autumn's colors have taken leave.

As I watched winter came: along the edge of a cove where ducks are, thin ice is forming.



In the shower everywhere red leaves fell; now hailstones drop on garden leaves.

Wild winter sky all day now suddenly turns cloudy, sleet slashing aslant as wind vie.



On the mat my midnight sleeves lucid, first snow white on the hillside pines.

The sky as a flock rises grows snowy, lucid dark; in icy bedroom a wood duck cries.

Body piercing; the garden fires rises lucidly, up to the frosty night stars in the dawn sky.



Wind of heaven, the maidens cross ice this winter night, sleeves polished by the light of the moon.

heavenly flowers said, Princess Haiku

anon

when the frost lies white
upon fields where travelers
must find their shelter
o flock of heavenly cranes
cover my child with your wings

anon

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

a belle called starflower said, Princess Haiku

I found this lovely star magnolia growing in the UC Botanical Garden; one of my favorite places. It's unearthly beauty has graced my entire day and may it touch yours too.

a white prelude said, Princess Haiku

angel or flower, asked Princess Haiku?

in the midst of turmoil a still flower, said Princess Haiku

the ghost bride reappears on a calm spring day and tells Princess Haiku that her name is, Henriette

My name is Henriette, the ghost bride said to Princess Haiku.



I left Michel Nostradamus long ago with our two young boys.




And now we have descendants living in both Aix en Provence and San Francisco who have no idea of their psychic provenance.



Princess Haiku leaned closer for the story was fascinating.



However, just as suddenly Henriette disappeared leaving a storm of dandelion seeds behind.



I must know the real story said Princess Haiku.



Do you have any idea what really happened?


Marriage and healing work: In 1531 Nostredame was invited by Jules-César Scaliger, a leading Renaissance scholar, to come to Agen. There he married a woman of uncertain name (possibly Henriette d'Encausse), who bore him two children.


from
The Song the Orphan Sings

...
I have only this one dress,
and it's getting thin and bleached;
however, it will last an eternity
in the eyes of God.


Rainer Maria Rilke

White flowers in Spring

Everywhere I look, this transparent Spring.