Saturday, November 14, 2015


How like the November wind, with urgency
its one demand, your chance again to write, speak,
make, and act, that I may know you; seek not
an end, fly off again; no habit or creed
can hold you; trust your wings,
and in using them, forget
who told you.


Jan said...

Lovely, William...Your words helped me to fly high.
To fly free. With only the wind beneath my wings
as company~

William Michaelian said...

And just about now, you soar above the woodland cottages.... Many thanks, Jan....