Monday, June 2, 2014

In a vast white space


A little boy, with a little apple and sticky hands,
busy the spirits about him, busy the wind,
many the voices, solemn, joyous,

in a vast white space,
written in plain white words,
a white ball chased by a wide white hound,

an alphabet of snow,

and you, with your funny little arrows,
ink-tipped, turned upon yourself,

in a vast white space, an apple,
turning red.



2 comments:

Jan said...

Each day is a blank slate until we color it in by living it...

You have a beautiful talent by stirring up our imaginations with your wonderful thoughts and words, William~

William Michaelian said...

And we are colored by those very same days.... Your thoughts and kindness mean the world, Jan.... thank you....