The ringed-planet is visible dusk until dawn.
Our home is between, opposite the sun.
Rising in the east at the sunset.
Peaking at midnight, setting west at sunrise.
Distant. Closest and brightest for this year.
For any true reflection, we need stillness.
The water calms and the image clears.
The mind calms and the thoughts clear.
But we need the wind, waves, raindrops
and disturbances to know what stillness means.
Slender lunar crescent in the western sky.
First thing we see this spring dusk.
And the Moon’s shy dark side illuminated
in earthshine – sunlight reflected from our Earth.
“Is that Mars or Mercury?,” she asks.
The pussy willow showed its furry catkins
early during a warm February week and
are now covered with heavy March snow.
We want to be optimistic. The universe
sometimes agrees – and sometimes laughs at us.
From the sandy hillside, this tricolored heron
walks the stone steps with more dignity
than our President, and surveys this world.
As it was in the beginning, now
my intercessions rise with his winged leaving.