Petals floating down

Dancing, swirling as they fall

Softly to the ground

Heavy with perfume

From the honeysuckle vine

The wind is stirring

I have a new name

It settles like the spring dew

On my wakened brow

What’s a girl to do?  I keep grabbing at the little bits of poetry that run around loose in my head, and turning them into haiku lines rather than lose them altogether.  It’s pretty perfect for the times when I’m thinking but don’t have the time  or brain power to devote to working through a longer poem.  Other than having a flower as the subject, this photo has nothing to do with the haikus; I just really like it for some reason.