Monday, March 1, 2010

morning-possum blues

old possum, one last trip
behind the woodpile
before her long trek home

beside the lawn
den of leaves and mold
damp fur smell

more hot coffee in the dark
father gone mother
dreaming all is well

spring rain falls
one drop one drop
at a time

(first publication)

“morning-possum blues” added to Poems, Slightly Used.

In the Forum: Poets House.


nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

it's wonderfull William this one!
You make me dreaming with your words and the atmosphere that you describe,
atmosphere that few see!

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Laura. Hearing that, these old blues flew right out the window.

Anthony Duce said...

A very good poem. Makes me want to be at a place in the woods again, to slow down.

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Anthony. I know what you mean. I could use a little woods-time myself.