Monday, November 30, 2015

Invincible Summer

You can still see Vega
over the garage roof,
even in early December,

when the Winter King
is laboring up the eastern sky,
leaning on his stick,

and cursing the housetops;
and though Orion shakes
his shaggy wondering head,

after his long summer blindness.
She's still there, and the writ of her blessing still runs.
And beyond, beyond,

is the white lob of the Moon,
drawing kiltered squares
through all the blanched windows of the world:

here and across the mountains,
where the road outruns its colors,
and a pale face is turned to the pale sky.

3 comments:

sackerson said...

I like constellation poems. It's good, too, to be reminded that so much of the earth (in this case, the northern hemisphere) sees more or less the same sky. Orion shakes his shaggy wondering head here, too.

Dale said...

:-) Thank you, and welcome!

London Accountants Lady said...

Beautiful use of imagery here, I particularly like the line 'She's still there, and the writ of her blessing still runs'.