Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Harbinger


One stray crocus, raised like a prophet’s fist.

From Poems, Slightly Used.

9 comments:

erin said...

testify!

i just wrote (but haven't posted yet)

i am here,
the trill flower shouts into the field
acres and acres of field

and it was.


something in the air.

xo
erin

Old 333 said...

Yeah! Here, the daffs and bluebells are underway; and the tulips are about to part theirs.

William Michaelian said...

Thank you both.

Peter, I once took a stroll in Queen Elizabeth Park when the tulips were in bloom. About fifteen I was.

Erin, I do believe we hear their color and see their sound; it could be that’s something the sun is counting on.

Jan said...

What better way to predict the coming of the Spring season...

Very nice, William.

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Jan. Next to all the others, each in their turn, spring is my favorite. And so is chocolate, except when I’m eating vanilla, or strawberry.....

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

this is a wonderfull sing of life... really wonderfull William, thank you

William Michaelian said...

Thank you too, Laura. I’m glad you like it.

Momo Luna said...

I love it!

William Michaelian said...

Yes? Thank you for saying!