Saturday, November 14, 2015

Overheard


How like the November wind, with urgency
its one demand, your chance again to write, speak,
make, and act, that I may know you; seek not
an end, fly off again; no habit or creed
can hold you; trust your wings,
and in using them, forget
who told you.



2 comments:

Jan said...

Lovely, William...Your words helped me to fly high.
To fly free. With only the wind beneath my wings
as company~

William Michaelian said...

And just about now, you soar above the woodland cottages.... Many thanks, Jan....