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...

Monday, August 29, 2016

Court of love

In the court of love,
There can be no status quo,
only blithe spirits.
And still, all heads bow.
The hearts of kings and cowherds,
yield before divine.

Linking with Haiku Horizons: Court

2 comments:

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