As the dogs trot down the sidewalk,
shaking off a sleepy afternoon,
my eyes scan the inky blue night.
Stars wink in varying brightness.
As a child,
I was told the more amber-colored glowing lights
were planets far, far away.
Stars, on the other hand, pinpoints,
glistening dots shining through tiny holes
in the black construction paper night sky.
Scattered amongst the star and planets
are lights growing larger and larger
as planes line up to descend from the night
to the safety of an airport runway.
The Nation’s Capital
does not close down when the city lights dim.
At last, the dogs glance up,
ready to head home.
I wonder if they ponder the stars as I do.
One thought on “Starry, Starry Night”
Love this poem and the photo! Would be nice to think the dogs ponder the stars, now I’m wondering what does go on inside their heads! I love the phrase ‘the inky blue night’.