Saturday, September 13, 2014

The yellow leaves are hands

The yellow leaves are hands again,
as if memory were a color,
grateful for its loss.


Jonathan Chant said...

Fits in nicely, or at least so it seems to me, with what I have been reading in The Painting Of You.

William Michaelian said...

It’s hard to believe my mother has been gone almost a year. Thank you, Jonathan.