Darkness; the new day only beginning to break within seams of light
A place to gather words before they get lost.
Darkness; the new day only beginning to break within seams of light
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
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