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Leonid’s Air

Leonid’s air
draws us
from this
warm bed

Setting belt
Rising gourd
the Lion roars
but once at four

Leaning into you
we gape and weave
through dream-filled



no cricket
song for

fate or God
spoils are won

© Jilly’s  All Rights Reserved

On the event of rising early for the Leonids
to see only one shooting star over the skies of Orlando

Lill is hosting the Quadrille over at dVerse.  Don’t be a spoilsport – join us! 😉



A wild soul writing poetry.

37 thoughts on “Leonid’s Air

    1. So glad! We are star gazers and these displays usually occur on work nights. The irony is that this one took place on a weekend and then let us down with only one meteor. Ah well, a poem was birthed. Thanks for stopping by!

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  1. Too many city lights in Boston for star gazing…..but I do recall two places where we had the BEST star-gazing nights: 1) on top of Mauna Kea on the Big Island; and 2) laying on our backs on the top of Cadillac Mountain in Acadia National Park, Bar Harbor, Maine. Enjoyed this post! 🙂

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  2. Here in Wa state, we get our meteor showers in August. We have to drive 50 miles up into the mountains to escape city lights. Spectacular viewing after midnight, but hard to stay warm in our camping chairs. Loved your poem, the refrain hooked me, that and the existential tone.

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  3. Nature provides the true magic, doesn’t it? Your poem expresses the anticipation so well, and the use of spoil, right at the end, is like a little treasure.


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