October 2012
Wisconsin

Leaves fall; the cold lays bare the sweet secrets of the summer: nests who's occupants are grown and winging their way south.

I lie in this quiet house with no curtains, 
the cold October night pouring in,
the twinkling of stars for street lights,
a burning bit of space debris falls past Orion's belt
and I know that I am home.

It is not that I have thought of a future.
It was a pretty little week we had.
But lying here looking out the window
at the sky with stars and stars and shooting stars
in the quiet country night,
I think of the view I'd have
curled in the crook of your arm
looking up and out 
at this beautiful starry world.