Orion,A Sonnet

How cold you are, Orion, and how bright Your belt of glittered stars, your hands and feet As frost on stone and diamonds in the night As ice on glass and statues in the street I’m told you are a light from long ago A huntsman froze before he made the kill To rise in winter, rampant with his bow To fall in spring, and die beneath the hill How bold you are, and how you dominate The sky between the Plough and Pleiades The old canal, the bridge, the graveyard gate The owls who haunt the shadows of the trees Sing, Sirius, and all the stars divine! How old you are, Orion, how you shine © Gail Foster 9th December 2017