One reason I like poetry is because it reminds me to notice things that I might miss otherwise. What richness we are offered even on an errand into that silent night, eh?
![By C m handler (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons](https://insidethedog.edublogs.org/files/2012/12/meteor_bolide.jpg)
By C m handler (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons
Moonless December.
Gravel crunches beneath leather boots,
and a keen bare-twig wind.
Weary eyes fix on the path that threads
through inky frost toward the garden.
In a gloved hand,
the compost bucket squeaks
heavily on metal hinges.
Exhale. Pause. A glance
above. Stars hang
like woven baskets.
A fiery spear pierces
Orion’s upraised arm.
An ancient clock, five
billion years reliable — vaporizes.
This happens.
© Steve Peterson
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Love it…so relatable to someone like me, who lives out here in the country and stargazes on a regular basis!
Thank you, Matt. I live outside a small town in Iowa, and the stars often fill the sky well past full.
Gorgeous poem, Steve. Some really wonderful images; love the sound effects :)!
Thank you! I had a fun time writing it. Poetry Friday (I”m a newbie as of the last couple weeks) has helped me focus on at least one poem a week. That sounds like small potatoes to you poets, but for me…it feels good!
Thank you for your work hosting the party!
Loved your vivid details. I was there with you in the frosty night.
Thank you, Violet. I very much appreciated the quilt poem you submitted today (and the lovely quilt photos, too.)
Beautiful! Such vivid details.
Thank you, Ruth. I’ve really appreciated the songs you’ve posted. Thanks for that.