(In)significance

I was looking at the moon the other night and the thought came to me of how I take myself too seriously. In the grand scheme of things, it is nothing. I felt that way in 2021 and I feel that way now.

(In)significance  

The night sky a reminder

of unknown worlds light-years

                                        distant

The star scape a redemption

from the overbearing sun.

Our own burning luminary,

mastermind behind the Aurora.

Despite its confidence in being

the center of the universe, it remains 

a trivial flame, ablaze in a forgotten 

                                            outpost.

An "en passant" solar system

in the Milky Way, itself a bantam galaxy

nestled between billion of others

with Sol only a provincial official

                                         

on the periphery. But I puzzle how this 

can be, since the cosmos clearly revolves 

                                                     around me.

Marilyn Aschoff Mellor

An Ominous Mass of Clouds

Pretty soon we"ll be complaining about the winter weather. Since the high was 93 degrees yesterday, I hope it will be sooner rather than later. For a sneak preview, see the poem below.

An Ominous Mass of Clouds

As if Borealis wants to muzzle us.

As if Mother Nature wants to chasten us.

As if a giant hand means to smother us

     by dragging a cowl across the sky.

Too soon the cabin moans.

Too soon a merciless throw envelopes the sky.

Too soon the wind attacks the heavy bell to ring

                                                          relentlessly.

The indoor lights flicker against a leaden day.

Winter in Wisconsin.

Marilyn Aschoff Mellor