Cultural Shadows

What we presume is true we have no doubt.
It lies in shadows where it tends to be
Hidden from inspection, not found out.
Beliefs are more like leaves upon a tree.
Light shines and they are prettier to see.
What underlies them, on the other hand,
Stays hidden like the ground on which we stand.


Text: I am linking this to dVerse Meeting the Bar.  I will be hosting and the form is Chaucerian stanza or rime royale: seven lines rhyming ababbcc.  You are welcome to join us writing a poem in this form.

Photos: “Trees in the Harvest Moon’s Sun”, above, and “Deeper Autumn”, below, by the author.

Deeper Autumn