While satellites come close and leave, whole moons and the swirling dust of reflective obeyers, it arrives from distance.
Running a course through weight from a pencil-thin horizon brow, it might have streaked across darkness. With the dead shines behind, washed clean in a trail of wild flame and then fallen, bolide broken into cascade.
Or rising to collide, only skim the surface. Ruffle the sheets of land, wrinkle fertile leas and parched sands.
No, to strike full and shudder the core and extinguish light and life. With unswerving smite.
From underestimated range and unmeasured haste, a peacock tail drags far behind. Each one diamond dolefully eyed.
Is this eccentric orbit the only the path seen? Fastened to your celestial belt and looped in an endless trajectory.
A branch I cannot bear to be far from Lifted on wings from spell of yonder blue Soaring high, we watched the blossom come Lo, as leaves will turn green to umber hue So now, as still we reach for further on Lifting, the leaves will show their underside And bare a shade of fractal celadon A light beneath for wilting blades to hide But once they drop and scatter at our feet Until the breeze, let’s walk through tumbled time And stay until new buds mature complete For memories that hang need fall to climb As we ascend until the season’s passed The boughs will brace, for such bold love does last