[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.
