A Time for Reflection

The overlapping spheres hang in the dusky sky,

an irradescant aurora of bubbles
reflect the forest distorted:

reflect the spotted mushrooms
and flashing fireflies,

reflect the blazing candles
that push the bubbles even further,

reflecting in their glossy skins
the shining lights of deer who prayed

them up, up into the cool night air
to see the world in the twilight of a year,

trembling like the encroaching stars.