Reflections

Spent half of the afternoon walking, walking, in the warming sunshine amid all the gorgeous blooming things in the Norfolk Botanical Garden, mostly so that our eleven year old (on spring break this week, though we aren't) could take a break from going to mom's office every day since Monday.

She enjoyed looking at all the botanical species (we will need to go back, as the roses were just in bud and will probably be all in massive bloom in the next week or two).

I snapped a few photos, and was pleased with this one.

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And here is a poem I wrote in response to a little April poetry month prompt at a fine-pens-and-inks online site.



When I Write To You, I Love

not the instrument itself,
but the way it moves across the grain
of paper: the way the lines scroll
through misty rain, trailing
the hush of bamboo forests,
the solemn march of letters formed,
brown rows of wild chestnut
and field horsetail; the shy blush
of Kosumosu fall cherries, the tender
ocher of rice ears. But to tell you again
of how I feel for you, I would choose
either the vivid purple of morning glories---
or better yet, a little sleeve of Murasaki
laid against the backdrop of Tsuki-yo Night Sky.

~ Luisa A. Igloria