Cassiopeia and the mighty Orion
Extinguished by dawn’s light,
And a pale blue prophetic haze
Pushes swift past the night.
A chorus of gathering songbirds
Taunt the lumbering morn,
As they trample light and play
Amidst waves of golden corn.
Their minuet rises and tangles
In wisps of hanging mist,
Balanced above a glass glazed pond
That heavens angels kissed.
Creeping streams of orange hues
Cast their warming glow,
On softened fields of dew lit grass
On rolling hills below.
Ranks of loyal tulips turn
To mark Apollo’s run,
Bowing their burning petals east
To the arrival of the sun.

[Michael O’Connor was born in Hartford, CT and graduated from the University of Connecticut. After spending some time in Ireland, Michael returned to New York City to pursue screenwriting. After several successes in the film industry Michael turned his writing to non-fiction historical works on the Second World War, publishing articles for the Centre de Recherches et d’Informations sur la Bataille des Ardennes. He has maintained deep interest for poetry, being influenced by Robert Frost, William Butler Yeats, and James Joyce. Michael currently resides in the Boston area.]