I Am Dawn

Ceres rotates in this sped-up movie comprised of images taken by NASA's Dawn mission during its approach to the dwarf planet. The images were taken on Feb. 19, 2015, from a distance of nearly 29,000 miles (46,000 kilometers).   Image credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech/UCLA/MPS/DLR/IDA
Ceres rotates in this sped-up movie comprised of images taken by NASA’s Dawn mission during its approach to the dwarf planet. The images were taken on Feb. 19, 2015, from a distance of nearly 29,000 miles (46,000 kilometers). Image credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech/UCLA/MPS/DLR/IDA*

 

I am Dawn
Traversing endless
Night
As the monarch
Migrates
With slow
But steady flutters
I have found
My way
Slow and steady
In this field
Of starry flowers
Coming to rest
Round smallest gem
Ceres
Listen while
I whisper back
All Ceres’ secrets
I am dawn
Small light
In endless night

Dawn's Arrival at Dwarf Planet
Dawn’s Arrival at Dwarf Planet*

 

*Click on images for link to NASA.gov original content

Waiting for Spring – A Dragon Poem

Illustration by Emma
Illustration by Emma

 

They wait
As the snow falls
Waiting for the wind to shift
Waiting for the sound
Of birds
On the wing
Flowing north
Bringing warmth
They wait
Until the crocus
Flower
And cherry trees
Bud, but not . . . . .blossom
See in the cool
Warming winter full moon
See the shadow
Of their sweeping wings
Dragons come from
Far off mountain tops
Come from winter
Lodgings far from
Our snow stung eyes
Dipping among rain
Laden clouds they
Swim lazily
Pushing cold streams
Of seasons far
From our weary hearts

Lisa Cox

Prayer of a Space Traveler

NGC 7814, also known as the “Little Sombrero.” Credit:  ESA/Hubble & NASA Acknowledgement: Josh Barrington
NGC 7814, also known as the “Little Sombrero.” Credit: ESA/Hubble & NASA
Acknowledgement: Josh Barrington

 

God of All Stars,

Drifting among all
Greatness
Lost like a traveler
Without a map in
An immeasurable universe

Awe crashes
Over my soul
Like waves over
The grains of sands
On far shores that
Fade back through
Synapses
Into the recesses
Of a my only consolation

My soul confronts
Itself in unknowable
Dark lengths filled
With starry heavens
While you, Lord of
This vast silence
Appear in the
Tiniest crack that
Might signal
The gasp
Of my beginning
And end

So I confess
That I dream of wind
Movement of air
Not streams of plasma
Or rotating rings of particles
Around glorious magenta hued orbs
In dreams my hair flows
In the wind
While
White clouds drift
In blue skies
And green grass is soft under foot

If I gasp my end
In this great darkness
May I be added to
All the light
To shine
Softly upon
Upturned faces
Into blue skies
While wind
Sweeps away
Stray hairs
And grass grows
Softly underfoot