I
fridge motor churns –
beyond the kitchen door
silent veld waits
II
Gate
flung
open.
Temptation.
Irresistible.
I open my arms and run through.
III
Artemis!
Artemisia!
My hunting dogs
still seek you
by your moon.
IV
Like the garden
my writing grows.
I feed the soil
for a locavore feast.
V
The mountain
dreams its
mulberry happiness.
Dog stalks
through
lemongrass.
I, meanwhile,
saddle my noble pencil
and dance to the clouds.