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If only we'd spent more time, listening, we might have heard deepest Cosmos, singing on a song of hurt and loss: the unraveling of Saturn's skirts onto the planet below

For this is when the Ring Rains begin, when water particles tangled with rock shimmer and fall, succumbing to the call of gravity, a final act leaving only the planet below

Yet, its rings won't be lost, only altered as weather, a meteorological feature in the bug of time, 100 million years to go before an empty skyline; witness a planet below

And in the months ahead, in simulation of tilt and light, a trick of the eye, the blink of the night, the rings seen from here will be angled as shadow; sixth planet below

Audio Poem: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wpiuJkSyt4E

“What we see when we look up, like what we see when we look around, is not a well-ordered clockwork ticking its way toward eternity. It is a mix of short-lived illusions, long-lived evolutions, meaningless overlays—the constellations we love, after all, are just superimposed serendipities, stars at vastly different distances seen as one—lucky accidents and unforeseen developments. Some comfort can be found in the indifference of the cosmos to our stories; some other comfort lies in the thought that the cosmos tells stories much like our own.” — Adam Gopnik, New Yorker

https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2024/12/30/as-if-times-werent-unsettling-enough-saturn-is-losing-its-rings

The final petal from the flower falls, ending something beautiful

Rainy December mornings like this cause a pause for some reflection

Quiet settles in - each day, another one leaves debris: they were here

for Algot

There's rhythm in it - a steady drip-drop melting of the icicles

Winter cardinal alights on a patch of snow; a notice-me red

Muscle memory: while sitting by the fireplace, arms ache from chopping

Running parallel along the fence line, the fox feigns invisible

& find a field of lilacs — Danez Smith

for sitting; flitting about the flowers, it showers you with grace: faith is the hope on which we wait

Day 25 for #AdventPoems24 inspired by 'little prayer' by Danez Smith https://poets.org/poem/little-prayer

Confuse my mind with images – Elinor Wylie

Imagine contours and landscapes;

Remember sounds of this turning Earth to ground you inside each forgotten moment -

Sit, for a spell, in the place we call home

Day 24 for #AdventPoems24 Inspired by 'Let No Charitable Hope' by Elinor Wylie https://poets.org/poem/let-no-charitable-hope