Wednesday, March 5, 2014

A Poem by William Davies, Jr.

A Wynken, Blynken And Nod Moment

When I woke this morning
there was white everywhere
as if the moon had spilt, or,
having not been secured
to the night sky, fell,
and shattered to pieces
like a china plate,
then I remembered,
its only snow,
the world was still intact.
William Davies, Jr. lives in a town surrounded by dairy farms. He has been happily married for thirty-eight years. His work has apperared in the Cortland Review, Bluepepper, The Wilderness House Review, Gloom Cupboard and many others.

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