William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

A Happening

The morning began with a robin leading the way,

From birch, to maple, to fig, invisible to me, singing,

My favorite tree! My favorite tree! My favorite tree!

Or so it seemed as I ran in the calm and misty dark,

So it seemed, so it seemed, so it seemed,

Each of us a playful happening,

Like every leaf and star.

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Categories: Sweet Sleep and Bare Feet

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3 replies

  1. So much can be garnered from living in each moment. So beautiful, William.

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