Constellations

Moonlight on Cove

Gemini

Gaze on ancient brothers,
galaxy sky dancing,
graced by mythos and
gloried tales of old Rome.
Glistening twins, long dead,
guard our own nights sky and
gibbous October moon.

Orion

Onyx sky above us,
offering cold bright stars
opulent in their glory.
Only for us are these
obliged to sparkle-
ordered by heavens
own heroic hunter.

*** For dVerse Meeting the Bar prompt from Vandana Sharma. She brings us a new form “Pleiades” which was invented in 1999 by Craig Tigerman. It consists of seven lines, each line starting with the same letter as the title. The title is a single word.

Autumn Psalter

Octobers Lament

Listening to Welsh songs on NPR
on a gray October morning-
a language so foreign
yet melodies familiar
as the coffee in my blue mug
and the call of the red winged blackbird
as it pierces the early dawn air
from yellowing woods across the cove.

In what ancient hills were these songs
first sung? What gray skies
heard first these lilting tunes?
Sailing so far away from their birth and home
to emerge in these steep ridges
and deep shadowy hollows of Ozarks autumn.

I listen to the harmony
of the north wind singing
thru the thicket of yellowing trees.

The Physics of Hummingbirds

Hummingbirds 1

What vast endurance
must these tiny creatures brave-
such grace
and nimbleness in flight.
Aerial dancers, swift and light,
embellished gems
of emerald and rubies in their wings-
crucial feathers, dignified
by alloyed gold and steel.
How do these trembling hearts
force fire
into wing and bone,
hollow and mercurial?
Enhanced essence of air
streamed from nectar of flowers
elegance equaling
the energy expended.
What formulae of geometry and physics
can prove these creatures?
What wing,
what heart,
what soul?

*** Our hummingbirds, that have graced our yard with their presence all spring and summer, are leaving for their winter homes in Central America. I took one feeder down today to wash and store for the arrival of next Aprils guests. The other 2 feeders will stay up for a few more weeks. I always like to leave at least one feeder out- just in case there is a slow poke heading south that needs a rest and a little snack for the trip.

tripping over the colors as the sky drops the sun

Sunset before new years eve 2011

dots of rainbows
speckle the iridescent carp
eying the watermelon
skies
renaissance symphony
of gold and
light tab-
lets
cascade
into water-
color motets
awaiting insignificant
lolling mouths
in strophic sequence
from descant to sullen
sonic waves
wafting to
and fro
across the pining
ridge

*** For dVerse poetics, a rather psychedelic description of an Ozarks sunset – Groovy!