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...

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Peppered with joy

Peppered with rain-spray
droplets gather in puddles,
joys soak my parched soul.

Linking with Haiku Horizons: Joy

1 comment:

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