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 27, 2015

O is for ... Opportunity

I am born daily,
out of the dust of stars.
With each sunrise,
I bring promises of light.
A dimpled smile and playing peekaboo,
I am your opportunity.


Jenny Matlock

10 comments:

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