evening constellation show was totally tight
not quite contrived, but amazingly bright
the stars were blazing, beautiful white
Kansas crescent moon was gorgeously light
spacemen were in a bit of an Earthly plight
ominous feeling ever since today’s twilight
spaceship was enduring its eightieth flight
amazing sight in the sky, this October night
aliens experienced a bit of an unexpected fright
caught in the beam of a larger space craft’s light
their headlights flashing colors like a giant flashlight
Let’s get off of this planet yelled the first mate McMight
So, they zoomed off into the atmosphere, McMight and Kite
Kite, the captain, was glad to see this planet shift out of sight
Let’s not go back there, he said, something was not right
They never returned, but many had seen a sight that night
The western sky fades,
holding neither day nor night,
only their meeting.
For a moment, even trees
seem uncertain of their names.
The dense film of depthless darkness spreads silently
as the fading spectrum of tranquil twilight descends
to disappear in the opaque cauldron of the onyx night.
Black satin stretches as the velvet swathe of night.
In halcyon horizon the last sunrays dissolve silently,
on skyline the silken shade of chalcedony descends.
The surge of astral ardor from the still sky descends
as the sprouting stars shine in the crystalline night,
adorning the sparkling sky with stellar crown silently.
Amorous moondust silently descends from sky at night.
Autumn's many colorful moons seen through the lens of a camera,
I see beauty and color everywhere.
As a child,
I did not know there was a harvest moon.
I loved watching the full autumn moon,
as it seemed to change colors.
Autumn's many colorful moons seen through the lens of a camera,
have changed over the years.
What has made this change?
The huge night clear sky is not as clear as it once was,
the full bright moon is not as bright.
Do we see the change year after year?
Do we even care?
I weep for the beauty of olden Autumn days,
a more peaceful time.
A bright full moon and clear night's sky,
that was once seen through the lens of a camera.
The Lights in the Night Sky Haiku
Meteor showers
Nightly cosmic light shows
Lighting up the sky
The Lights in the Night Sky Haiku
Meteor showers
Nightly cosmic light shows
Lighting up the sky
The Lights in the Night Sky Haiku
Meteor showers
Nightly cosmic light shows
Lighting up the sky
The Lights in the Night Sky Haiku
Meteor showers
Nightly cosmic light shows
Lighting up the sky
The Lights in the Night Sky Haiku
Meteor showers
Nightly cosmic light shows
Lighting up the sky
The Lights in the Night Sky Haiku
Meteor showers
Nightly cosmic light shows
Lighting up the sky
"The moon is an honest Manipulator,"
last night you showed off with your total eclipse.
Your enormous bright light did,
"Tie me to your Tongue."
"I learned how to live unkissed,
until" last night.
Now "I filled the night's chalice with knots of desire,"
needing to wait for the next full moon.
"If time turns, will scars stain the sky?"
Will I live to see you next month in all your glory?
Oh look at the dark clouds for,
"It's raining roses and love riots."
Tonight was very special,
I am so glad I could join the full moon for our visit.
Calm the moon rose in the night,
its silver glow gliding gentle and serene
tracing a graceful arc across the sky.
Scattered stars speckle the tapestry
lest we launch our dreams their way.
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highlighting night sky
sun says goodbye and departs
red and orangey kiss
The stars and moon
light up the sky at night
It's glow, what a sight
Watch from the grass
Pick a warm night to look at the sky,
Don't let it pass you by -
The next day will be here soon
Take the time to find joy in the moon
Night sky,
I speak to you the way a child
speaks to a sleeping parent~
softly,
so the silence doesn’t shatter.
You hang above me,
a vast velvet listening,
stitched with star-bright syllables
that flicker like thoughts
you haven’t finished thinking.
I tell you my small truths~
the ones I keep folded
like fragile letters,
and you answer
in glimmers,
in glints,
in the slow silver drift
of something older than language.
Your constellations rearrange themselves
as though they recognize me,
as though they’ve been waiting
for my quiet confession.
A star slips~
not falling,
but bowing,
and I feel its faint fire
brush the edge of my breath.
In your dark,
I am not diminished.
I am distilled.
I am the bright ache
of a soul remembering
where its first light came from.
So I speak again~
a soliloquy of longing,
of wonder,
of the soft, shimmering truth
that I am made
of the very radiance
I’m reaching toward.
And you,
ancient listener,
answer without words~
only with your luminescence
telling me
I belong.
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