A glimpse, from the window, of stars.

The great bear, or saucepan,

Tracing a line to the north.

–

After that, I had to go out.

Grabbed my coat,

Turned my face upwards,

Greeted familiar landmarks in the sky.

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It’s so easy in winter 

To come home from work in the dark,

Spend the evening indoors,

Miss the simple wonder outside

Of a ceiling of stars.

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The owls were quiet tonight

As I stood

Starbathing.