Last night I had a dream about a zebra that disguised itself as a gentle brown horse. The zebra was evil, but its disguise was so effective that I almost forgot what it really was.

I met a man on an open road. His face was pale. His forehead bore a strange reddish mark. He was leading the gentle brown horse. When I stopped to acknowledge them, the horse shed its disguise. Then it turned from a zebra into a man similar in appearance to the other, but with the paleness and mark more pronounced. Both came toward me, their teeth shining and their eyes flashing. I tried to call out, but my tongue wouldn�t obey. I woke up with my heart pounding.

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After many days of bright sunshine, there is a soft gray overcast this morning. The air is calm, almost motionless. It has been a dry winter. The daffodils are blooming, as are the crocuses and the ornamental flowering plums. There has been a full moon lately, as haunting and large as in autumn.

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Spring is spring whenever it comes and however it chooses to begin, wet or dry, cold, windy, or warm. Today a good rain would change everything, and would catch many by surprise. I would love to see it happen.

Also by William Michaelian

Winter Poems

ISBN: 978-0-9796599-0-4
52 pages. Paper.
Another Song I Know
ISBN: 978-0-9796599-1-1
80 pages. Paper.
Cosmopsis Books
San Francisco

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