Spring Perfume Fragrance


Spring Perfume Fragrance

Winter Haiku became Spring Haiku
Dragons turned into Humming Birds
That’s how it went

I long for the Nameless
Like philosophy before poetry
And poetry after philosophy

Society is unlike art, it only
Begs to change, but never truly
Manages to transform itself

Art is abrupt, like a glowing trend
As futuristic as religion is tied
To the past, dogmatically traditional

Cities that have no art are barren
They speak of love that comes to mind
The artists wake the world gone wild
Which ushers in a ballad of gold.