Stardust Musings

Do stars, so

Still and fixed,

Collect celestial

Dust?

Will not their fuses

Blow one day

And plunge the skies

In darkness

Broke alone by

Sun’s and Moon’s

Now guideless

Circuits?

And will that

Heaven’s Handyman, when

Making bright again,

Not then perhaps

A whisper loose and

Let to earth that

Dust of stars

Come dancing, fall in rain?

I wonder whether

It, by long association,

Shares some twinkling brightness,

Or whether it shall sure

Maintain a separate

Humor,

All unknown?

Firebird Earth

"Bring the snow,
Bring the snow!"
Is the the stout battle cry
Of the dry, brittle leaves
As they leap from the trees
And the mad, driving wind
Whips them all to a craze,
Till their brown, hollow moans
Broach the skies
Dark and gray:
"Bring us life,
Bring us life!"
For they know
That the snow is earth's
Deathly redemption.