The Moya View

Tag: stopping by woods on a snowy evening

  • The Box That Holds My silence

    The Box That Holds My silence

    At bedtimeI sit in my chairand turn offmy long lived hearing aids,putting them in the pine box with the gold leaf claspand a brown phoenixcharred into the lidThe traffic outside dies,the rasping of my dog is silent,my wife’s snoring is muteand the world is so so quiet now. In the morning only the light streaming…