Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Thursday, August 6, 2015

L is for ... Love

Thy love gives me voice.
Between the lines I scribble,
I yearn, surrender.
My quill yields, ingeminate,
I paint my paper with you.


Jenny Matlock

9 comments:

Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.