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...

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Cobblestones, rooted

Cobblestones, rooted,
amidst nonchalant whispers,
that the river breathes.
Cobblestones, rooted,
seduced by the river song,
sempiternally.

Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #112 River&Stone

4 comments:

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