Orion,A Sonnet
How cold you are, Orion, and how bright
Your belt of glittered stars, your hands and feet
As frost on stone and diamonds in the night
As ice on glass and statues in the street
I’m told you are a light from long ago
A huntsman froze before he made the kill
To rise in winter, rampant with his bow
To fall in spring, and die beneath the hill
How bold you are, and how you dominate
The sky between the Plough and Pleiades
The old canal, the bridge, the graveyard gate
The owls who haunt the shadows of the trees
Sing, Sirius, and all the stars divine!
How old you are, Orion, how you shine
© Gail Foster 9th December 2017
Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2017
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