Heaven’s ballet I suppose

 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