Friday, December 17, 2021



The trees are all bare.

I can see the whole sky.

The high clouds sit still

while the low ones scoot by

in a rustling wind

that tickles porch chimes

as the wink of a moon watches

silent and wise.

©Mary Lee Hahn, 2021

1 comment:

  1. Ah, the moon's silence is not disturbed, only enriched by the porch chimes.