The wind sounds and resounds all through the wistful gusting night
Gathering the stars from their heavenly repose sending them special delivery
Blustering.. falling.. landing.. upon the cold hard earth
No matter how carefully I step, they crackle and crunch beneath me
Their brilliance ground to a fine dust..
So, winter begins its weary yawning and stretching forth in silent days
one beyond another…
There is a tender twinkle in the eye of it, time enough for the windswept stardust to settle,
to mix with rain and melt into the heart of the world, becoming something new.
As surely as Aurora bears the dawn, tiny stars are ever near
They nestle close in the barren places, eager to hear the dreams of the wild things,
Ones who journey long and know
of the embers glowing in Autumn’s Stardust
and feel their burning fire that warms your very soul
ellie894 November 19, 2020