The wind and the truth, /
Whirl on fall’s brittle edge: /
Leaves and love are brown.
The wind and the truth, /
Whirl on fall’s brittle edge: /
Leaves and love are brown.
Filed under 2016, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
“Do you know the truth?” /
the street corner preacher asks. /
I point to the curb.
Filed under 2015, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
If I tried to marry Truth and Beauty, would I be any the wiser, or would I have simply committed philosophical polygamy?