A Quiet Night.

Light startles me awake – at first,
I think I sleep again amid the frost.
Then from the bed I raise my head
And see the moon – relax! I’m safe at home.

Adapted from a poem by Li Po (701-762)

©2014 by Christine Plouvier

A Man Resting, near Arras. By William Orpen, 1917.
Courtesy Imperial War Museum, via Wikimedia Commons

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