Sunday, March 4, 2012
Coup of the Falling Star
Night sky blooms into wizard’s height
Holding out its stars like piccolo notes,
One ready to dance out of quiet formation
To sparkle and play in a new location.
Moon rises up to view the whole matter,
Warming up the darkness
of the crisp white winter
With her luminous face, not full, just a splinter.
The stars, ready now, allow the moon her choice
And fall into harmony, sparkling with no hue.
Moon settles easily without another thought,
Greets the stars as always, the coup now forgot.
Don Kingfisher Campbell
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