Tonight I saw Orion
standing so broad shouldered
and brightly built
for a moment
I believed in the old gods.
As I steeped in the night air
cool and
crisp enough to
spy on distant solar systems
I felt almost home.
Welcome to 30 Days of Poetry! (Can she do it for a third year in a row? )
April brings hope in so many ways. I didn't know I was going to write until I was actually writing. Thank you for being supportive. Or curious. Or even bored. I just appreciate you being here!