The Constellations

1.

Bright morning, far less cold than
before.  There is a hint of the smell
of spring-earth in the cold air.

2.

A wonderous sunrise, the woods:
peaceful and silent.  The dried
old fruits on the yellow poplar
shining like precious vases.

3.

A new level of star-consciousness,
can tell where constellations may
be in the daytime when they are
invisible.  The sun is rising in
Aquarius, so I realize that in the
blue overhead the amazing swan,
invisible, spreads its wide, warm
wings over me.