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
eyes
we
wait
we
wait
no cricket
song for
wishes
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! 😉
Jilly's 
I had to look up what Leonid’s referred to, and glad I did – the sense of wonder shared – lovely.
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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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Go figure!
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Where I live in the far north the opportunities for star-gazing are limited… too cold, too cloudy… But then on the other hand, I don’t have to wake early 🙂
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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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And the bonus to that second one is waking to its sunrise. (with a sore back) 😉
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i enjoyed your poem, Jill, and like the thought of being drawn from my warm bed by the Leonids – I’ve been holed up with flu so there has been no chance of that, sadly.
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Aw! Sorry! May you have chicken soup, TLC, and quick recovery!
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Thank you, Jill. Soup is good but not chicken – it’ll be butternut squash or carrot and coriander, my favourites!
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I like this poem about shared enjoyment. I particularly liked
we
wait
we
wait
nicely drawn out.
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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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Ah, that explains the falling star I saw a few nights back. It made me jump. Leonids probably do roar, but at distance, we don’t hear it.
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Loved the poem Jill. And intended or not, the shape reminds me of someone leaning…
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I hadn’t considered it that way, but you are right! And we were, indeed leaning, two sleepy souls staring at the sky. Thanks for stopping by!
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My pleasure!
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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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Thank you!
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My husband and I watched a meteor shower from our garden a few months ago. I kept missing the meteors but it was a lovely night all the same. Brought that memory right back up.
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Glad it triggered the memory – thanks for sharing! It’s not really about the stars so much as it is about the moment you two spend watching for them 🙂
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Ooh this is absolutely beautiful 😍 love the shape and structure of your poem ❤
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When is Leonid watching not about Leonid watching? When Jilly writes it! Beautifully written poem about the sharing of the moment(s).
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Nice sounding lines: “the Lion roars
but once at four”
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Thanks! Hard to resist rhyming 🙂
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Oooh! Really nice. Meteor shower. Second stanza my favorite. The images all just so seamless and sparking.
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Love this Jilly, and I learned what the Leonids are… 🙂
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Like the rhythm in this..well done..my day is going fine by the way..JIM
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Beautiful. I didn’t make it for this meteor shower. I hope you saw some.
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Thanks! It was pathetic – we saw one. One.
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I really like the pace of this. I’m always up early–and I thought about going out to see just before dawn, but I didn’t. 🙂
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Nicely done. I think about getting out of my warm bed for such occasions but never make it…glad there were spoils..the star(s) and this poem.
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Wondrous and bright. I love the sense of being embraced by the night sky, indeed by the air. That one brave little meteor wanted to shine for you! 🌌
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Brave little meteor – might be a good children’s book title 🙂 Thanks for stopping by!
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Love that getting up to be with the sky was rich spoils enough.
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Marvellous! I almost looked at the sky!
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so envious of your starry views – too much light pollution in the city I love in, really like how you weaved a story inspired by the stars you see
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Thanks, Gina! There’s quite a bit of light pollution here, too, but we live outside of the city and so we see the brighter stars. I long for dark night and the Milky Way.
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me too! We want to go back to the mountains again soon and just study the night sky. I hope you get to do the same soon too.
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