Sunday, October 19, 2014

The words you utter

How the words you utter, utter you.

How they grow, then ripen, on the vine.

How they color, and fall, when it’s time.

How bright, the birds, come to dine.

How blue, how clear, the sky.

How flight, is true, by design.

How love, makes you, from your mind.


Jan/JFM said...

...and how I enjoy your thoughts and words so divine...dear, William~

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Jan. Thank you.

Jonathan Chant said...

A beautiful series of images leading to the final - stop you in your tracks - line. Lovely poem, William.

William Michaelian said...

I’m glad you think so, Jonathan. For me, an even better image is you, reading.