Cornflowers – Too Blue for Logic
My axioms were so clean-hewn, The joins of ‘thus’ and ‘therefore’ neat – But, I admit Life would not fit Between straight lines And all the cornflowers said was ‘blue,’ All summer long, so blue. So when the sea came in and with one wave Threatened to wash my edifice away – I let it. … Continue reading “Cornflowers – Too Blue for Logic”