Sunday, July 17, 2011

Bouquet


mourning
dove

morning
rain

summer
day

some are
sad

never
see

wet
flowers

in
their hands


6 comments:

Jan said...

This is lovely, William. It starts out with two of my favorite things. Mourning doves and morning rain, both soft and soothing sounds to wake up to~~~

William Michaelian said...

Such wonderful music so late in the year; and yet while the rest of the country swelters, we are cool and cloudy and gray. At this rate our tomatoes may never ripen, but I love it. Thank you, Jan.

Jhon Baker said...

I like this as it flows like a waterfall.

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Jhon. I like the comparison, especially since waterfalls are poems themselves.

profilodiuncappello said...

flower
hand -

!!!
bene,

ciao!

g*

William Michaelian said...

Hello, Giampaolo!

Thank you.