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, March 17, 2016

Rustling Haiku

Wanderlust of mind
In this morning mist of spring
A rustling haiku

Linking with Haiku Horizons: Mind

4 comments:

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