Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Milky Way

Stars dress up the night,
stitching through its dark
with a roll of Valencia lace,
and the mystical spread
curls into a slow dance,
where the hush is
and a pure light flows
to align years of patience
applying a decoyed glitter to
whatever can be seen
whatever is knowable
like the welcome in your eyes.
Such good this does to the heart
and how serious delight is!