Jupiter Sez copyright 2013 Paul Belz
I’m red spot planet. Storm world.
Swirling gasses form all of me.
My methane gales outshout your nitrogen breeze.
Big as a brown dwarf star, I don’t blaze –
All I send you is chilled light,
reflected from the distant sun.
Too powerful for twinking, this white beam streaks
through your tumbling atmosphere.
Crying wind pounds slumbering trees
Rattles forests. Squirrels cower in their nests,
owls peek from oak trunk’s holes.
Songbirds’ little toes squeeze, lock them
to shaking twigs. Storm shoved people
stumble into doorways, cafes, bars.
My lignt comes to you as a steady point.
White. Silent in November’s sky.
I’m storm world. I send my peace.