She is silk--
essence of power,
in command.

No, she was just a woman. And that meant she could feel, she could need, she could give and she could receive.

To be appreciated as a woman, and also to be appreciated as a creature with a mind - what more could I have wanted?

MORNINGTIDE

The wonderful works
of morningtide
bring the sight of
luminous whiteness,
a breathing whimsy
among wind-tossed sprigs
of green.

A pause gives you
breathing space
so listen
to the whispers
of the real you
waiting to happen.

A Haiku: Midday

Cloud ribbons on wings
Dramatic cerulean sky
A feast for the eye.