Monday, December 7, 2009

Cold Spell


Still dark, more coffee, restless as my mother’s wind chime.

(first publication)


Updates:
“Cold Spell” added to Poems, Slightly Used.

As the Conversation continues, Grandma meets Bukowski.

2 comments:

Elisabeth said...

I bought a wind chime once from Byron Bay, a place called the Hidden Valley.

I read about your restlessness here, like your mother's wind chime and I listen out for mine. But it's still tonight. There's no wind and I'm not restless.

Yours is a lovely image, William, as ever.

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Elisabeth. So is yours.