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.
Max Reif
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/december-epiphany/
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