Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Neighborhood Competition

Each morning

the Big Dipper pours winter into the woods behind our home.

Every night

Orion struts haughtily overhead

hot on the trail of constellations mammalian while

almost invisible, the Pleiades sisters giggle at him.

Beneath these ancient lights

our house is a riot of disorganized sparkles vying for attention,

the familiar to all,

Christmas Constellation.


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time enough

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