Midnight Moon

[image from google]

Against a midnight sky

tall dark cedars

poke black heads

through the roof

of heaven.

A full round Grandmother Moon,

plump and fat and waxing,

glides serenely across

a series of layered and striated clouds,

a-sparkle with glitter

from a meteor shower,

which left a trace

of rainbow

trailing behind.

I stand, looking up

at the beauty and mystery

of the celestial canopy.

They tell me stars

are holes in the 

floor of heaven

through which we can see

fragments of

its glow.