Tuesday, December 10, 2019

Be Still

Stop folding that mound of laundry
and give yourself permission 
to lie on your bed like a snow angel
for as long as it takes
to watch this evening's moon
through your window
rise slow--as slow as silver--
up from the darkening trees.

1 comment:

Jim said...

We must always remind ourselves to give ourselves permission to watch the life around us, even if it is as slow as silver. Thanks, Ann. Great poem.