Her jet-black hair with golden flowers arrayed
She walked the reverent woods alone and unafraid
A passion raw, unfiltered, shaped her words
She sang to the echoing hills and chorus birds
Bright sun and shadow striped her honey skin
The garden’s beauty stirred such love within
For tulip and amaranth, juniper trees
For silk-spinning moths, industrious bees
For sun-hungry serpents so strong and wise
For fruit bats and swallows so swift in the skies
Such wonder! Such life! Just one thing to fear
An arrogant monster wielding a spear
Wow! The imagery is amazing. You transported me. As usual beautiful piece.
Ah, well, I have you to thank for this one. I should add a dedication…
Really? How so? I’m excited. 😀
We were talking about Lilith after your haiku on Friday, so I was thinking of you and Lilith as I wrote this.
Huh, I tell I lie. It was the quote last Wednesday. Anyway, dedication added.