Twelve and Twelve
Apple days, orange nights, persimmons on the wind. Melon rinds, summer sighs, I’ll not be back again. . [ 1849 ]
Deeper Than You Think
A simple philosophy: if you can stand straight, you should. . [1848 ]
Singing a Poem
There’s nothing like exercise married to a needful purpose — Carrying water, chopping wood, pruning a vineyard, digging a grave, Building a house, hanging clothes on the line, painting a mural, Running to the next village with an important message — I could go on — but not as far as writing a poem. What about singing one? I don’t know. I wonder. Yes, yes — perhaps. . [ 1846 […]
Healed by the Tree
Yesterday we saw a solitary hiker with thin, long, gray hair, leaning with his right palm against the trunk of a mossy old maple, and the maple pushing back, ever so gently, to the quiet music of the stream below. Now, you and I both know, how he was and wasn’t there, and how he is and always will be; that if by gracious chance we pass that way again, […]
Connect the Dots
billions of stars / yet still / you search / for love . [ 1841 ]
The Bee’s Knees
The seed package says wildflowers — as wild, I suppose, as the one who sows them. . [ 1840 ]
William Michaelian 