Orange clouds in the turquoise sky,
The highway steers west
towards home.
M. Erb
Orange clouds in the turquoise sky,
The highway steers west
towards home.
M. Erb
Maybe it was not wanting to let go of the seven sins and virtues theme we did all summer, but the poem on charity took a while to mature and be ready for posting. I did deviate from the assignment a tad – this poem is in the form of a ruba’i – a form derived from the Persian quatrain with the rhyme scheme aaba. In honor of All Hallows’ Eve, I call the accompanying illustration “Deconstructed Pumpkin.” Cheers!