5-7-5

I love writing haiku. They are simple yet seductive, and I feel as if I'll never exhaust their capacity to describe the essence of human thought. Here's one I wrote tonight in my head while sitting out on the deck.

A cool midnight- look!
A lone moth in the moonlight
Shining like a ghost

Here's another:

My love for her is
complex; polluted as smoke
Yet pure as the flame