Sunday, July 13, 2014

And you


The softest, gentlest dawn,
of color here, then gone,
and you, a bristle in the brush.



2 comments:

Jan said...

I can feel the gentleness and see the beauty in your words, my dear friend~

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Jan. Most of that, I’m sure, is what you bring to the reading of these three lines.