Sonnet

From her blossoming to the ripening of her grape.
My heart has taken delight in her.
Wisdom and nature shelter us under her cape.
The everlasting search is the spur.

At midnight in the garden all was still.
There was not a breath of wind.
There was not an ounce of chill.
With nature I was gently twinned.

So motionless I could be framed.
In some picture of the countryside.
All desires to free this moment tamed.
Gone all regret and pride.

But why do I need nature to stir me.
Can I not use my mind alone to keep me free.

Haiku

Does nature stir us
Can we not use just our mind
It does not matter