Dream of Spring
The ritual begins with a splash of ice cold water. Dusting on a white powder with a gilded brush. Carefully drawing again the outline of lips ruby red. A black kohl pencil fills sparse brows. A smear of the queen's royal jelly seeps into the faint beginnings of sinking cheeks. A smile. Then, the slow stir of collagen into her black coffee.
gazing into a mirror
reflects back the green witch
hazel saplings
surrounded by bent trees
with grey-haired moss
reflects back the green witch
hazel saplings
surrounded by bent trees
with grey-haired moss
~
Born in the 60's flower child era, Joy spent many happy unsupervised hours roaming the woods. Her haiku, tanka, haibun, and tanka prose can be found in journals internationally. Sometimes her haiku may also surprise you on a street corner sign or in a botanical garden. Winner of the 2026 Ecopoetry Award, Fiiloli Gardens, and Finalist Washington, D.C. Golden Haiku Competition.
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