Thursday, November 17, 2016

Starlight star bright

The sky was stunning this evening. I sat out in the backyard on a lawn chair watching, listening, being.

Directly overhead a jet plane smaller than a firefly whispered across the sky toward the northeast. Usually, they drag a contrail behind them, but it requires moisture in the atmosphere to make stringy clouds. So this one slipped across the sky almost unnoticed. 

As I reclined on the wooden chair, the chickens came down from under the pines where they scratch for bugs all day. It was close to bedtime so they headed into the roost.

It's a magical time – those moments between daylight and dark. Birds and squirrels scurrying to their nests. I listened for the owl that lives in the barn, but the hooter must have been sleeping in.

I laid there longer than I realized. All of a sudden, I noticed a star (I think it's Pluto) off to the south. I remembered a poem from my childhood – Starlight, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may; I wish I might have the wish I wish tonight.


  1. I haven't thought of that little poem in years. Good hearing it again.

  2. There's suppose to be a meteor shower tonight. I may have to take a peek and wish on some stars shooting by! Hope you get your wish!

  3. The gloaming is a magical time isn't it? Hopefully sufficiently so for your wish to come true.

  4. I'll bet you wished for rain.

  5. I say that poem in my head every time I see a single star. Or either Ill sing Twinkle Twinkle.
    That is a really neat shot of the star in the sky.

  6. Anonymous1:27 AM

    I still say that poem!!

  7. I hope your wish (I'll bet it was for rain) comes true.

  8. It is a magical time of day. What a wonderful view you had there. Hope all your wishes come true!

  9. Beautifully written. I have wished upon a star many times as a child.

  10. Yeah that little poem is what comes to mind when I see stars at night

  11. I think that's Venus, sometimes the evening star, sometimes the morning star, and, next to the moon, the brightest thing in the night sky.
    I enjoy sitting on the porch swing and watching the sun set and the stars appear. As soon as I see the first star, I say that little rhyme. I never make a wish on it; I just like spotting the first star.


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