If You Can Stand the Cold, Look Up

December nights rain falling stars.

Wind throws silver glitter snow.

We spin below, the earth

a whirligig that tilts 

and sends us off to

who-knows-where.

As we twirl, the constellations

show off jewelry 

we can’t grab.

We stand and stare, eyes wide,

to bottle beauty beyond reach

within our hearts, to freeze

this blink of time til

next December rolls around.

published in Sonnets to Sing