Wild Violets

 

moonflowers—
when a woman’s skin 
is revealed

woman’s desire
deeply rooted—
the wild violets

at the crescent moon
the silence
enters the heart

no more waiting
for the evening or the dawn—
touching the old clothes

autumn field—
some grasses flower 
some grasses don’t

green leaves or fallen leaves
become one—
in the flowering snow 

            --Patricia Donegan and Yoshie Ishibashi

           Love Haiku:  Japanese Poems of Yearning, 

               Passion and Remembrance