When Being Empty Is Being Whole

the light and fluff
a meadow star remains

There It Was

the infinitesimal star
perhaps I didn’t see
but surely I believed

Oh Dahlia

lady in red
her star turn

When Wandering

from afar
a tiny star
can lead us home

Glory, Glory, Glory

a frozen star
a gift of light
a glimpse of the divine

Biggest Star

Brightest orb shining the way
through spring and into summer days,
lighting the route through woods and dark days.