Poems

🌲 Forest Symphony

Inside the forest,

spotlights on the tips of ferns,

the first notes rise.

My heartbeat drums

in unison with wind.

River hums from memory

the woody tune,

while trees nod

in silent harmony approve.

Suddenly, octaves above,

a melody of birds –

a psalm!

Tempo slows, in time

the movement ends.

Then mountain stands alone

echoing applause.

⭐ Star Pictures

Stars glitter like sand

on an upside-down beach,

a cosmic display

far out of my reach.

Star pictures I make,

trace lines between spots,

with my finger sky drawing,

connecting the dots.

In the twinkling night

all the stars above me,

the bright Southern Cross

is the first shape I see.

Orion, the hunter,

is easy to find.

His triple-star belt

is completely aligned.

There’s Centaurus, the centaur,

half horse and half man.

I sketch the star outline

as well as I can.

The Gemini twins

are skinny and tall.

I draw the stick figures

no trouble at all.

Tonight, I spy planets

between real stars.

I spot Jupiter, Venus,

and soon I find Mars.

A meteor streaks,

leaves a shimmery glow.

A shooting star hurtles to Earth

far below.

In the star-speckled night

the Milky Way gleams.

When I look at the sky.

how small the Earth seems.

🌟 Star Trip

I’m going on a long trip

in my brand new starship.

First I’ll stop a little while on the Moon.

Then I’ll follow the sky trail

of a passing comet’s tail,

and rocket past the planet Neptune.

Cruising through the Milky Way

on my cosmic holiday,

I’ll visit distant planets as I roam.

Then circle ’round the galaxy,

sail across the starry sea,

returning to the planet I call home.

🌟⭐Stars

What a lot of stars there are.

How many, I can’t say.

But if I counted them all year,

I’d never get halfway.

If each star had lots of planets,

spread throughout the sky,

I doubt there’d be the numbers

to even count that high!

πŸŒ…Sundown

Twinkle deep.

The dark

sweeps across rooftops,

smooths out edges,

disguises walls, erases boundaries.

Space moves in.

We wrap the night around our shoulders

like a shawl.

πŸͺπŸŒŸπŸŒ›The Milky Way

Sparkly is the night,

the sky is laced with stars.

Our sun is out of sight.

Perhaps we might see Mars.

Beyond, in outer space,

within our galaxy,

might there be another place

where people live, like you and me?

πŸŒ› The Moon

Earth has one natural satellite,

best viewed beyond the world at night.

Moon’s pale face is sometimes seen

in full or half or in-between.

Upon the Moon, we could jump high –

the gravity is low, that’s why!

Moon’s atmosphere is thin, no air.

We’d have to wear a spacesuit there.