The Great Bear rises over me, new moon
Allowing all the Milky Way to stream
Across the sky--I hear a cougar scream,
I hear the lamentations of the loon.
A burst of palest pink and green balloon
And dance across the sky--they only seem
Alive as they are given breath to team
Above by a sun of another's noon.
The chill is frosting droplets from the air--
I see my contribution by starlight--
I warm up to the cold that clears my mind.
The almost-quiet makes me want to stare
Into the inbetweenness from the height
And depth of nature's beauty, humankind.