Sunday, January 13, 2013

A Winter’s Tale


I will tell you this: cold, even frozen en route,
the book that arrived yesterday seemed mute and senseless
as a brick. Turning its pages, I tried to divine its scent.
Not yet. How it has blossomed since then! and that,
my friend, is the story that I meant.


8 comments:

Brad C. Thome said...

:)

William Michaelian said...

A smile from clear across the country? I don’t mind that at all.

Jan said...

"It" needed to be held in your hands and seen through your eyes, William. This is how a book comes to life. Without your own senses, your impressions, a book is just many words inside a beautiful cover~~~

Jan

William Michaelian said...

You’re right, Jan. And isn’t amazing how they’re so ready, and so willing, after so many years, to reveal their secrets? No wonder we love them.

Ken Mac said...

a wonderful site

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, and thanks for visiting.

L.Holm said...

your words always make me smile and think.

William Michaelian said...

Hi, Liz. Thank you. I’m really enjoying your daily paintings.