Monday, August 18, 2014

Little one


Little one, this last ripe plum, a smoke-red sun come to age;
stay, little one, little sage; stay; see what your love has done.



2 comments:

Jan said...

Such lovely words that feels like a hug, dear friend...beautiful~

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Jan. I’ll be thinking of you, and I send my love.