Love hangs on a cross, /
the object of endless quests. /
The hero does not.
Love hangs on a cross, /
the object of endless quests. /
The hero does not.
Filed under 2017, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Pieces of eaten bird. /
Crumbs of rolls and pumpkin pie. /
Second coming scouts.
Filed under 2017, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Tagged as crumbs, haiku, poem, poetry, second coming, second helping, Thursday, turkey
Free falling in love /
I find the stars within reach /
and my heart far away.
Filed under 2017, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author, Uncategorized
Tagged as free fall, haiku, heart, poem, poetry, stars, Thursday
