Sidney Beck Poet Rhyme

Siberian Gifts

SIBERIAN GIFTS

Chimney smoke west-trailing far
Over the murky city, announcing  
The  cold Siberian air pushing in.  Listening,
People looked up to see on high -                           
 

Bestudded coruscations of stars
Where none was ever seen:
Gifts from an ethereal hand, glistening,
And dropped into the fresh black sky.

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NOTE

The recent extremely cold weather all over Europe is blamed on the "Siberian High"  which is a cold  air-mass affecting much of the world. We suffered  too in St Petersburg (Russia)   but the starry skies were a bonus gift  in this smoky city.

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Ilene Bauer March 4, 2018 at 3:24 PM i didn't know about this, sidney, and it's lovely to learn about in the context of a beautiful poem. thanks, too, for a new word for me - coruscation (great word!)... Sidney Beck March 5, 2018 at 12:58 PM thank you for the appreciation, Ilene...........Yes I like to use some words which have been lurking in my mind for decades and never seen the light of day. I might not use it again for 20 years....hahaha