December Epiphany Poem by Max Reif
December Epiphany
On my way to the laundry room just now,
the sky already darkening at 4 pm,
the pale moon had sailed up
alongside the oak with the huge canopy
of yellow leaves resembling a teardrop.
Suddenly the world
was reduced to simple beauty.
My heart broke
that I could only greet it,
shoulder my bag of clean clothes,
and return to face
another complicated week.
Stop to smell the roses, and then back to the salt mines. Yikes, what a slice of life, brother!
I love this poem: the melancholy beauty of the first stanza and the factual tone of the second. a very powerful contrast, ulrike
This is great Max. It suggests a solitude and yearning for something (someone?) else. That such a mundane incident could be considered and captured says a lot about you as the writer. Excellent piece Max
It says so much about you Max that you would even take notice to such beauty. Very nice poem. Sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Great poem Max.. December is such a melancholic month but you managed to give it some beauty! HBH