When I Stepped Outside for My Early Morning Walk
I was met by the moon,
full and bright, hanging low.
Good morning, Moon, I said.
What do you know?
And Moon said, Glow.
Few will notice
fewer will care.
All the more reason to always be there
and glow.
Waxing is joyous
waning is real.
Whether a sliver or the whole wheel,
you glow.
Find some light
get in its way
reflect that light with beam or ray
and glow.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2020
Mary Lee, I have a friend who writes a monthly blog called The Full Moon Alert. I hope you don't mind, I sent him your poem. He likes to include poetry. I love the play with the meanings of glow.
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DeleteMary Lee, this is wonderful!
ReplyDeleteI just keep coming back to this... it really reverberates.
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