A moonbeam rides along
the angled roof and sits
in the hollows under eaves
outside my window
as I consider starlight in drifts,
like mist blown on ink.
The blue haloed Venus
has light distilled to white
and then diffused
into a translucence
of beautiful gauze.
Moon, stars, all glorious on God’s
obsidian canvas,
and I am but a humble
observer held captive,
awed
by wonder upon
wonder,
star after
star.
–C.L. Fisher, June 2020
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Poetic Meanderings 