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, November 12, 2015

Z is for ... Zeal

Sitting here with zeal,
I spill some words on paper,
Rhymes flow from my quill.


Jenny Matlock

7 comments:

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