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