William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

Tag Archive for ‘Crocuses’

Visions of Spring

Dear crocus, sleeping in the morn — laughing later in the storm — my time to preach is past, but not my time to learn — or why — on earth — be born?   Visions of Spring Our battered house tugs at its anchor in a sea of mud. In the galley, there are potatoes with bulging eyes, onions with hair, dwindling lumps of cheese and bread. From the […]

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Bright Red Robin

The star forgets my name — the crocus just the same — But one thing they remember — or so it sometimes seems — To shine and bloom again — to bloom and shine — As if I were here — almost — and only meant to sing — [ 648 ]

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Wobbles

The crocuses we planted near the sidewalk and which had their first bloom last spring, doubled, tripled, possibly even quadrupled this year. Like love, the bulbs are spreading, and in so doing, they are making their own fertile ground.   Wobbles a squeaky old tricycle and a squeaky old man love is the child who gives him her hand [ 337 ]

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Harbinger

One way to think of this breath of a poem is as the shortest possible biography of an unknown author still creating this world. But there are other ways, which involve rainbows and clouds, religion, philosophy, hope, loss, grief, triumph, and despair. As for myself, I give thanks for fresh air.   Harbinger One stray crocus, raised like a prophet’s fist. Poems, Slightly Used, March 1, 2009 [ 267 ]

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