Larry Ross

Larry Ross May 2017

Whisper

It’s not what I say to others, it’s what I whisper to myself that has the greatest power.

Larry Ross May 2017

Across My Soul

I write my hopes and
dreams across my soul.
Whomever discovers
the story I carry
within is meant for me.

Larry Ross May 2017

Vibrant Sorrows

Every sorrow, buried deep, can blossom in fruit for later hours; the scattered buds returning as vibrant colored flowers.

Larry Ross May 2017

Echo of my Words

I throw my voice into the sunset of the day, hoping the echo of my words will be written in the sunrise of tomorrow.

Larry Ross May 2017

My Words

My words spill like paint onto a canvas; she is the beauty in every brush stroke that follows.

Larry Ross May 2017

Roaring Thunder

If I am so intent in looking for the roaring thunder to wipe the slate clean then I won’t hear the whisper in a thousand raindrops all desperately trying to show me the way.

Larry Ross May 2017

Particles of Sundust

Particles of sundust whirl around me like tornadoes in awe of my dance.
The moves and music coloring my world like brushstrokes and ink.