Soft rain has fallen And tiny jewels are fastened to the landscape. Succulent prisms lay strewn about And the night sky hums. Fumbling branches, the North Wind has apples Falling to the damp earth - A 'thud' becomes a murmuur in the lush, A blanket of dead leaves Absorb ripe fruit And clouds part, revealing the full moon A blush of white lights Sparkle in the wet eyes of stray dogs. The Milky Way... gilding creation With Giants the size of pinholes In a black melon. Between low hanging clouds, a billion worlds burn. And earthworms, born without eyes... Look up.