Sunday, December 18, 2016

winter walk


these brittle leaves are hands, and faces,
and spirits — and now, in this land gone cold,
only wings will save us from ourselves



6 comments:

Jan said...

On a wing and a prayer...as they say, William.
You say it dry well 🎄

William Michaelian said...

Many thanks, Jan, on this shivery morn.

Jan said...

Sorry, William...my tablet changed "very well" to "dry well" and I didn't catch it...oops!!!

William Michaelian said...

Yep, I noticed that, and figured that was what had happened. Oh, that rascally tabwit!

Jonathan Chant said...

Gorgeous - the poem and the tabwit. Keep on flying!

William Michaelian said...

Ah, glad you joined us, Jonathan. Thanks, as always.