Friday, May 30, 2014

Suspended


How sound comes to the wind chime,
just before you’re awakened
by the breeze
that stirs
it,

and
how this
reminds you
of your mother’s clothesline,
taken from the dream that secures it.



2 comments:

Jan said...

Beautiful words of comfort and memories to me...again I thank you, William~

William Michaelian said...

And again I thank you, Jan....