Comet Mc Naught


Pic taken from newspaper since what I saw didn't look like this at all.
Nonetheless, it was wonderful.
It made me think how small we are.


“Comets”

Long distance travelers
from the cold
of space,
ice-clad,
dirty,




tugged by a passing star,
journey to see the sun
whose searing burn
swells them with gas
as on they race




streaming their blowing, sunlit hair.
These are comets.
They come.
They go.




They will return.


Myra Cohn Livingston

2 Comments:

  1. Heather said...
    What a beautiful poem!!

    "They come, they go, they will return."

    I love that.

    Heather
    www.thelibraryladder.blogspot.com
    bookish lore said...
    So do I. It captures perfectly the eerie feeling of witnessing a comet moving across the sky.

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