Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
Of all the recent poems this spring, this one is my favourite. Lovely sounds and images.
Jonathan, I’m delighted you feel that way. Thank you.
Will,What a painfully beautiful poem..i've loved hands that have let me go...i guess we all have...
And there is both fright and joy in it. Thank you, Manik.
William, your series of poems here seem like the rare jewels of poetry for children with a deeper resonance for those of us who have grown to adulthood. Beautiful, sad, and mindful of spring and the coming summer, which is, of course, the season of childhood. Thank you, my friend.
Thank you, Paul. One of the great joys is yielding to the passing seasons. And yielding to the passing seasons also means yielding to the seasons of our lives, and seeing them with children’s eyes.
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