William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

Whispers

Dahlia leaves, intensely green after a thunderstorm.

Ferns and moss, a fertile, humid prayer.

Cleaning the iris bed — old, worn mothers with their fearless children.

The scent of mushrooms soon to sprout.

A friendly neighbor says a spirit haunts his house.

Books — Walt Whitman and John Muir. Melville and Thoreau.

And how strange Emerson, if he’d had a beard.

September 12, 2019

Categories: Everything and Nothing, New Poems & Pieces

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