Diana runs free In concrete jungle alone No nymphs to frolic
Ninja-like, She walks, Stealth in her step, tail flicking Whiskers read the air
This poem takes me back to many childhood memories of sitting hidden in the branches of the Bridesblossom tree in the corner of our garden. Reading, writing, even sleeping - it was a favourite spot of mine and best of all, no one knew I was there! The scent of those flowers was almost narcotic, I still gather some when I'm home at blooming time. Unfortunately I don't know what the real name of the plant is - we only called it the bridesblossom tree
Like a will-o-wisp Flickering between the trees My muse eludes me
Haiku #5 revised Black dog bites fierce Downward dog spiralling - Glimmer of hope
Sleeps curled, in a ball Black glossy coat. Night hunter In blankets well wrapped
Perfect start today. Sleepy eyes open. Surprise! Smile Morning tea in bed.