Could there have been a more generous sunset,
and on St. Patrick’s Day yet?
The perfectly clear, but not empty sky
silhouetted the naked tree line at the top
of the neighbor’s pasture field.
To the right, three does grazed
unaware of my distant spying.
Above them, as if it mattered, Venus shown
bright and true, and still higher above her
the first sliver of March’s eventual full moon
cradled the amazing earthshine tenderly, boldly,
for all who cared to see to see.
I saw. I cared, glad for St. Paddy’s celestial gift.
I don’t know about the deer though.
March 17, 2010