Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
Oh, William...I love what I see when I read this...wonderful~
Thank you, Jan....
Gorgeous. I love the smell of cedar.Feeling wintery here this evening. Went for a bike ride this afternoon and had to cut it short. No lights and the dark came down rapidly.
Peddling into that time when that gray area between our ears brings bright stars to mind. Thanks, Jonathan.
That response is a poem in itself. Beautiful, William. Cycling is just like that, wobbling along the lanes where, this afternoon, I met a beautiful fox.
It’s the wobble leads them out. Peddling is one thing, of course, but pedaling, which is what I meant to write, is another....
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