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.