by Amy Lannigan
We went stargazing in the bright of the moon,
An unwise time,
A frigid west wind bringing the first snow;
Stars erratically obscured
By both light and shifting cloud.
Still we stop and look
At the dippers, the queen, the warrior;
Tranquil in this moment,
Enduring,
As we linger in the luminous night.
Amy Lannigan
Amy is a medical professor, avid reader, and amateur baker. She resides in Colorado with her husband and three energetic sons. Her work has been published in the Clayjar Review.