March Night
Above, glimpsed here and there through
A canopy of oaks and black walnut,
The cold light of a few random stars,
Some already passed into darkness
Though we've not received the news yet,
Like old friends we have lost track of.
The only constellations are here below,
Circling you as though you are the one
Fixed point in this universe of woods -
Acquarius, Aquila, Columba and Corvus,
Lacerta and Lepus, Pisces and Hydrus -
Less shapes than the sounds you hear
When you close your eyes to the dark,
Not to deny it but to embrace it, enter
Into it and hear the light movements in
Leaves and limbs, soft pads on stones,
Splashes rippling over the still water.
The fire you made against the chill
Of distant death is embers and ashes,
The ring of stones cold worlds circling
A dying star. Deep in shadows, Ursa
Stirs and settles in her cave of sleep.
Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2012-03-28 at 16:05
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