The unblinking Jupiter sulks in the pearly grandeur of the night sky. There is moonness on the petals of tree jasmines and oleanders, deep in the seed sac of the flowers where jewels of light wait to be sexed by the inebriated nocturnal insects. I carry home wild flowers and leave them in my room.
Deep darkness of night
in sprigs of flowers from garden
the moon has blossomed.
Big Tent Poetry ( Write a Haibun)
Haiku My Heart Friday
from Recuerda Mi Corazon