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, January 6, 2016

Humbled

Silver dust spattered,
Against infinite clear skies,
The vastness humbling.

Linking with Ronovan Writes #poetry #haiku challenge

8 comments:

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