The moon shines
into the dirty desert air
with a rusty opal halo —
Scorpius has lost his way
behind the thin clouds,
city glare, smoke, dust —
His heart shines in some far
better place — but not here
in this smoggy summer.
night
02:00
two in the morning
mind humming from the inside out
thinking about how much I think
blackout poetry created from Jodi Picoult, Salem Falls, 2001
Awake & alone
Night is filled with our loudest fears and a silent courage.
Biblioinsomnia
Up late with books, reading in bed—
Up early with coffee, extra lead.
At two-fifty-nine
Prayer to the middle-of-the-night gods:
please let me sleep —
thank you for the beautiful moon
and winter silence
but please let me fall back to sleep —
no offense.
Amen.
Windy winter night
snuggled into a warm cozy bed
weather wakes this sleepyhead
with a blustery December night
white clouds reflecting city light
cold drops fall fast and furious
a clattering house, mysterious
midwinter storms in and wails
frigid rain and whipping gales
December windows open
cold winter night wind
warms my soul but chills my bones
spring sleeps in the earth
Unveiled
Much poetry happens in the silence
Stellar
Winter’s cold-black celestial canvas showcases
the twinkling anatomy of Orion and his skymates…