Some unfamiliar radiance
oozes through the cirrus veil

pulsing points of white to blue
new constellation on the move

its slow descent behind the woods
irradiating rising fog

stampeding shadows past the fence
where property turns wilderness

while sweeping beams appear to scan
these fields reaped but days before

then lightning darkness and a gust
to tremble every blade of grass

a streak of motion toward the skies
gone beyond these blinking eyes

which skim the stars in vain to know
where was it from, where would it go.