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...

Sunday, November 6, 2016

Whipping in whispers

Why did you choose me?
Little leaf born in autumn,
whipping in whispers.

Linking with Haiku Horizons : Choose

1 comment:

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