Monday, December 8, 2014


Upon my face, crows’ feet frozen to their prey;
such a way has black to say, that night is right to play
blue songs; that sight may come by day,
to melt the ice away,
and lead me


Lorraine Renaud said...

What to say to these beautiful words that soothes and hurt, except you have a beautiful soul William

William Michaelian said...

And what to reply, but that your kindness is cause for joy.