Celestial Voices

by Scott Utley

The rising moon extends an olive branch. Honored, I graciously accept.

The starry-domed astro-lab sparkles an ovation. A shooting star, one of thousands

I will see tonight, circles twice, then takes a dive, kissing heaven on the other side.

Holy coyotes yelp and shout. They throw cactus darts at cunning hares.

The Kit fox looks for gold while I meditate on Forgiving Rock under a sublime moon.

Join me if you wish. Beside me there is always room.


Posted on 08/26/2006
Copyright © 2019 Scott Utley

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Timothy Wilson on 01/10/11 at 05:18 AM

Speeking of pure brilliance... nice.

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