Seventh Heaven

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