I'll be taking off July and August but I will be back sometime in September. Before I go, I hope to leave you with the sense of wonder that comes with viewing an unobstructed night sky. And, yes, the poem is a rerun.
Seventh Heaven
In wildwood clearings I linger
on the dock of midnight,
circle under the marvel of stars.
The summer sky shifts
the view I witness in winter
when Ursa Major rides low
but tonight somersaults higher
in the heavens of July.
And from his father's arms
Ursa Minor, tossed upwards
like a laughing child,
dangles the North Star on a string.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
