Monday, March 21, 2011

The moon on daffodils


The moon on daffodils in muddy shoes.
Yellow singers storm the hills.
Bless us all, this ship has lost her anchor.



Update:
“The moon on daffodils” added to Poems, Slightly Used.

11 comments:

Transcend Designs said...

Spring is here my friend,
it always seems like maybe she won't come around again for some reason,
until everything wakes up...

: )

William Michaelian said...

Spring, did you say? So that’s what it is!

Good wishes, Brad, and my best to you and yours.

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

"The moon on daffodils in muddy shoes".

for me this reflect so good our today's world...

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Laura. It’s interesting, isn’t it, that we’re traveling millions of miles through space, and yet we think we’re sitting or standing still.

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

... yes you are so right

Old 333 said...

You are still, William: the light just flows around you. Like daffodils in a river-run, like waving kelp: we grow slowly towards a sun we cannot even see, while the world whirls 'round us. This makes a lot of axes for it to turn upon, but I am assured that it can do it.

Loved the image of the anchorless moon scudding over flowered hills; reminded me of canoeing in Algonquin.

Thanks for the poem, William. A pretty one 'twas.

Peter

William Michaelian said...

And thanks for yours, Peter, for that’s how your words ring to me.

Joseph Hutchison said...

This is your moon on daffodils...

Lovely!

Joe

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Joe. And, just like that, we’re on our way to a great T-shirt design!

John said...

Incredibly fine in so many ways! Thanks!!

William Michaelian said...

Hello, John. Thank you.