This morning the north star kindled the dawn
in violet and salmon
But, I could see through the bare branches
how the day meant to be
I had watched the night stars leave
one by one closing the light of their eyes
Now, a wet fog has turned to a light rain
and the fire in the sky blends to ash gray
You are still sleeping, and the music
of the rain is steady and keeping you
silent in its mystical beat
I am feeding the blind poodle & moving him
closer to small heater
I am preparing hot food for the outside dogs
They ignore their two houses and move into one
They are instinctual in the cold, and do not know
the ways of the human heart –
capable of living in one house – many miles apart
(Meet Mago Contributor) Phibby Venable
Such a beautiful poem. Thanks
Thank you so much, Sara <3