Autumn haiku

I just got back from the closing party at the Princeton Writers Block Garden. This has been a tremendously charming and inspiring place to visit during the few short months that it has been open to the public.

Weather-wise, one could not have asked for a more glorious day. It was sad that this occasion marked the passing of this garden, but sometimes there is beauty in sadness.

As such, I was moved to write a haiku. (God, did I just write that? Where the hell did nature-poetry–writing “Mr. Sensitive” pop up from?)

I spent over an hour and a half snapping digital photos. I will post a gallery of the best ones, hopefully, in a week’s time. For now, though, here is a teaser.

I could not have asked for a more perfect combination of elements—a pretty girl in a red butterfly costume seated beside a reclining stone statue with a field of red flowers in the foreground. Too bad her eye ducked just behind the edge of her wing at the last moment.

Update 5/4/06: I removed the link to the PWBG site because it went away. It’s always a shame when another website just disappears like snow in spring.