geminid meteors

 

darkened realms of night, interspersed by slices of sky

moonlight pours forth from the heavens, dripping through the upturned branches

bare now in the depths of winter as they are edged silver by the light

silence is in the multitudes, deep and surrounding

not at all comforting, but hard, with the tenuous grip of winter

a thousand orphaned stars rain down

plummeting to earth with grace unequaled

stars like snowflakes fell, the sky ablaze with fire

silver-white streaks that cross the heavens

awash in the moonlight

golden glows follow in their wakes, fading from sight long after their birth

and all of this

without a sound

without a witness

besides the trees with their bare branches outstretched

as if to catch the falling heavens

and bring them gently to rest within their boughs