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...

Friday, August 21, 2015

N is for ... Night

The  vibrant   brilliance  
surrenders  to  the  shadows  of  light,
 Purple   dreams  
 come  gliding  under  the moonlight,
Blankets of  darkness 
interspersed  with   twinkling  glimmers of  hope,
The  distance  skies
 radiant   with  stains of  respite.



Jenny Matlock

6 comments:

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