Jove and Saturn
Silver against a sundown sky,
Deep blue, with fingers drifting down
And down to dark treetops that stand
Against the sunglow pink and rose-ash.
Their thousand tips gaze upward,
Solemn; two ancient gods hold concourse
Far from Paradise, while here
We wait the sequel in taut silence,
Await a benediction of the gods.
The approaching great conjunction of Jupiter and Saturn probably needs no explanation from me. Their nightly dance, which will culminate on this year’s winter solstice, is clearly visible from my front porch already.