This is what happens...

... because Willa just can't be bothered to put a post in here. This is a poem I wrote because I get up too early and don't take enough naps. And a Vogon friend of mine said he quite liked it, so I thought I would share it. Really, Willa, you need to write something here so I won't do this again.*




                 Dawn  11/30/11

Because I know the patterns
of the brighter stars,
when dawn breaks through,
below the cloud deck
and above the spikes of fir
and winter-naked cherry,
it's clear to me when cousin planets
wheel around and bend the lines
we draw for constellations.
Saturn visits Virgo, paired with Spica;
Mars in Leo,
all for an eye's blink
of cosmic time.

And I, in early pre-light,
have seen them,
glimpsed in one fragment planet-dawn.
In another moment:
The sun has risen,
the clouds covered,
the moment gone.



*someone, please, stop me!!