William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

Footsteps

Fall tasks, undertaken at a fall pace. Leaves do not hurl themselves to the ground. Eternity is still surprised by a ladybug or late-season moth; admires armored Hemiptera lacing the sunny south wall; cannot resist caressing the buds holding next spring’s apricots. Her breath, the dawn calls clouds.

November 2, 2019

Categories: Everything and Nothing, New Poems & Pieces

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