Thursday, January 15, 2015

Tiny bells dressed in night gowns


Tiny bells dressed in night gowns — dewdrops mined
by busy tongues of goats — rim of rock — pasture crowns
your back and shoulders bare and brown
to breast your name
now flown

(to tune of tiny bells)

shepherd mind your flock
now down from cross to reach

(here the page is torn)

another shore



4 comments:

Jan said...

Very beautiful, William. When I began reading this...my thoughts turned to the lovely, but very poisonous flower, Lily of the Valley. I always thought of them as tiny white bells. I have them growing in my own woods~

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Jan. It’s truly an amazing world, so much like a dream....

Lorraine Renaud said...

it leaves me with beautiful dew-like tears, torn page - found on another shore, it's mysterious to me and oh so familiar, beautiful William:)

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Lorraine. The first few words just sort of presented themselves this morning, and then one thing led to another....