return to the
beginning
where the poems started
to the night
in the hills
indigo and
charcoal sky
washed pale
in rain
we count
from lightning to thunder
close,
close
the fiddler
plays Ashby’s jig
finds the
rhythm
we share
what we love, this moment,
watch the spiders
in the garden
their beaded webs
lean over
the railing with our cups of tea
the space
station propels behind the cloud
we caught the sight
swift
across the sky
a bat wing
shudders
Venus
bright
yes the circle is coming round
ReplyDeleteis it Venus or Mars so bright in the west till quite late of late?
Twas Venus but a bit earlier in the night than when I posted having taken time to do some crafting and drafting. And I am physically where the project was first suggested to me so quite wonderful. The pattern.
ReplyDeleteI realise through this project how much I look out for Venus!
ReplyDeleteOh beautiful. About the universe and intimacy at the same time.
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