A bright moon turns Orion wan and casts a glare over all the houses lately exposed by falling foliage. The night is all angular shadows, and raw wind making the pines moan. The mulberry leaves' audible dropping is constant. Soon, nothing will be left of autumn. Winter is rushing to bare the fields and make the mornings glitter with frost. Earth surrenders its hoarded heat. I turn on the faucet and the water runs icy cold. It is time for banked coals and closed drapes, and night's allure is frozen for a while. I feel sorry for the birds.
Lost in the Stars
by Gilbert Sorrentino
What of the diary or journal dense with notes on planets and stars?
It looks like explanation or an indication of how things will go or be resolved.
The Arkansas cloudburst Red water washing away green crayoned Venus red crayoned Mars.
Whatever lambent purl is used for border, out beyond time some boot, inviolate, choked with rusty mud in a silent field.