Heaven’s ballet I suppose
October skies are wide here
from sunrise east to Canigou
sentinel on the way south, to Catalonia and beyond
dawns that dazzle, well worth the early hour
and then the clouds, cotton clumps a child might draw
all along a line, tracking the horizon
steam train chuffing
or cirrus wisps
and often cloudless blue, cerulean, sky backlit
The earth still warm at supper time
when suddenly as sunset flames, a harvest moon is hung
copper, huge
now in the eastern sky
silently displaced, heaven’s ballet I suppose
in October’s wide wide skies.
13th October 2025, Hounoux
