Friday, September 18, 2015

The ultimate child


What more natural impulse than to make something beautiful: breakfast for your family; garden path; poem; child in form of imagined god; god in joy and fear and awe, the ultimate child. As such, the blue star creeper in the faded grass out front has thrived all summer long, spreading itself into new regions, making its own grand realm.



4 comments:

Jan said...

So very lovely, William...and yet another "love letter"~

William Michaelian said...

And from you, yet another gracious, kind reply. Thank you, Jan.

Jonathan Chant said...

And reading your words is to travel in the Grand Realm.

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Jonathan. Mud on their wheels from the recent rain. But they still turn around.