Monday, December 7, 2009

Cold Spell

Still dark, more coffee, restless as my mother’s wind chime.

(first publication)

“Cold Spell” added to Poems, Slightly Used.

As the Conversation continues, Grandma meets Bukowski.


Elisabeth said...

I bought a wind chime once from Byron Bay, a place called the Hidden Valley.

I read about your restlessness here, like your mother's wind chime and I listen out for mine. But it's still tonight. There's no wind and I'm not restless.

Yours is a lovely image, William, as ever.

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Elisabeth. So is yours.