Bushel baskets of lamp lit stars
spill across the Ozark night’s sky,
tied together with lustrous constellations
and ‘wish I may, wish I might’ longings.
Rare and precious,
these nights, these singular nights,
when the lonesome stars will lean down
so close, we bump our heads on them.
Gathering the celestial windfalls,
along our evening’s path,
we fill our pockets with first star wishes
and carry the sparkling night sky
all the way home.
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I like the idea of “celestial windfalls”…fallen stars for the grabbing. Uplifting poem. 🙂
Even in the city there were nights I saw the stars. I miss them. But I never knew they could seem closer as you describe…
Cute poem . We do all love the stars. And true: some nights more that others — it is a shame I miss so many good nights. (living in a house in a city)
What a beautiful scene – the blue on blue water and hills….and a lovely poem full of stars to go with it. Loved it.
simply love the description of stars bending so low that we bump our heads on them. 🙂
Your words have me stretched out on the grass, on a warm summer night, staring at the stars and feeling very small. Lovely.
there must have been an abundant stars… too bad most camera can’t pick up the images… i’m sure it was beautiful
gorgeous imagery… just like the night
Living in a city, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen stars so close you could bump your head on them. That imagery helped me see them today. Peace, Linda
Bushel baskets of lamp lit stars….out here in the country, this line sang to me. Thinking of the stars of fruit, being able to fill our pockets with them – absolutely wondrous and incredible.
Simply delightful with scrumptious diction! Excellent work.
What a spectacular night ~ I specially love these lines:
we fill our pockets with first star wishes
and carry the sparkling night sky
all the way home.
Beautiful writing Kathleen ~
Gorgeous poem. You’re very lucky to be living away from city light pollution.
Living near several big cities,our skies are nearly starless; but we do drive regular to the arid side of WA just to watch the drama of the constellations, the falling, shining, & twinkling. Your last stanza is killer, your word choices are inspired.
Not until we moved to the country did i realize the beauty of the night sky – Glenn, I always appreciate when you drop by – and you always leave such gracious comments – thanks!
Somewhere long ago.. somewhere in a desert of loneliness flow.. one and then another.. start scratching imaginary connections of stars in desert sand below..
And then there is a letter of geometry and flow.. a word.. a paragraph.. and when emotions do finally flow in poetic words of expression..
There is this.. and i enjoy it
very much.. with smiles..
as well..:)
thank you for your wonderful words – I appreciate it!
I love to have my pocket full of stars..
I love stars!! ❤ This is beautiful!