Clear Night Sky Courtesy BT.com
Winter Night
On a cold, crisp, clear winter's night,
stars seem to be bigger, more bright,
against black velvet horizon to horizon sight.
Frosty breath the only thing moving,
peace reflected in distant animal calls,
warmth belying the deadly cold looming.
It is then, knowing the cold air we breathe,
is but a very thin supply that recycles within,
moving around the globe from hemispheres,
changing the weather we depend on to win.
Our war against nature we've fought so well,
warm boots and coats keeping us so snug,
arriving at warm houses, our loved ones to hug.
The surface of our planet is thin, as well,
it's all we have to nourish and shelter us,
our own man-made heaven or hell.
It is times like this, walking home in deep night,
one contemplates incomprehensible vastness,
that lies beyond our still feeble, unaided eyesight.
Violent beginnings of all those stars in the sky,
coalescing of gravity creating everything on high.
Elements made of exploding stars gracing our earth.
Meteors, pulsars, supernovas and black holes,
the vast universe we are a part of makes the rules.
All seems at peace on this night's pleasant walk.
But the turmoil is there in that distance above,
and even right here on our frozen landscape,
we must treasure it with stewardship and love.
It is here, each alone, we contemplate to flee or fight.
Thankful for each and every, cold clear night.
Copyright 2019 © Ronald W. Hull
12/19/19
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Beautiful poem with many insights.
Shervin
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