Japanese Flower

Poised, grace fully balanced on tightly wrapped feet she enters the room 
quietly making her presence know to anyone not blind, deaf or with any since 
of smell.
Entering from behind delicate floral screens that pale in comparison the 
moment she is visible.
Dressed in fashionably draped red and white silks, accessorized by finely 
crafted ivory and the open fans of a kabuki dancer.
Yet from the start you realize she is more than that and while very capable 
as any dancer she makes her own way through the room tacking to a wind only 
she feels.
Dare not think of her outfit that of a serving girl or geisha, or you will 
wear the imprint of her delicately wrapped feet for a long while.
Her white powdered face is a quiet mask but her eyes and lips speaks 
volumes, the laugh lines dance across her brow while her nose crinkles in 
delight and her eyes gleam in delight from within.
she graces my table with her quiet laughter and gentle companionship, 
smelling of cherry blossoms and lavender .
My little Japanese darling has promised to help fine tune my haiku so 
together we will create and I shall return the favor instructing in Japanese 
ink works.
you can't see her blush under the face powder but I know she's happy
Oh to peek into the future and her closet to see what this international 
woman of mystery plans to be in the weeks to come.
Will she be a lady in waiting, an Egyptian consort or my personal favorite, a 
Spanish lady pirate with the vocabulary of any who ere sailed the sea and the 
wit to use it effectively and skillfully.
She is perhaps the finest woman for all seasons