Star shine is a miraculous gift.
Clear nights make my spirits lift.
We know a light year is very swift.
As I ponder this, my mind goes adrift
With the vastness suggested. I downshift,
As I imagine the distance. Like plains snow drifts,
Rolling off the distant horizon. It is a huge frameshift
To make, as I try to imagine a universe measured by redshift.
copyright by Carol Gee. February 15, 2006
Tags: poetry astronomy personal reflections
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