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...

Sunday, July 17, 2016

Wild August whispers

Darting and dancing,
into the wind in the skies,
wild August whispers.

Linking with Haiku Horizons: wind

8 comments:

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