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Valentine’s Day Sky
My grandson’s drone soars ninety feet into the air,
projects fuzzy images onto the Earth-bound iPad.
We are trying to capture this spectacular sunset.
My iPhone camera does a better job,
and soon the drone rests on the deck with us.
In these final moments of Valentine’s Day,
we stand in silence,
as the layer of darkening clouds to the west
separates into blobs of biscuit dough
thrown against a flat baking sheet of prairie sky.
Gradually, lit from below,
the clouds take on only pale pinks,
shunning the oranges and yellows
that glow along the flat horizon.
We watch as colors deepen—
pink becomes mauve, becomes magenta—
before this dazzling dusk is overtaken by nightfall.
A waning crescent moon rises in the southeast,
its dim wattage no impediment
to our view of emerging stars and planets.
Directly overhead in the twilight,
Jupiter’s bright eye gazes as
my best valentine, age nine, takes my hand in the dark.
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| Ruth Harper |
Ruth Harper is a retired counseling professor who began writing poetry during the pandemic lockdown. She has published two chapbooks: (Uncertain Seasons, Finishing Line Press, 2023, and Dreaming the Sturgeon Moon, South Dakota State Poetry Society, 2025).
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