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 9, 2016

Glimpses of hope

A faint glimpse of hope,
to listen to your stories,
as coffee grows cold.
Morning comes by,
the last caresses of dawn,
wrapped up in your arms.

Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #109-Hope&Up

2 comments:

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