As Ordinary As Stars

as ordinary as stars
and the everyday emerald of grass
just an exaltation of larks
common as monarchs
on milkweed
no more resplendent
than an amber bead of sap
or the glaze on the fins of a trout
as unremarkable as fire in sumac
sweeping october hills
only a snowflake
familiar as sky
simply morning
as daily as bread
from the gold of wheat
as usual as forgetting
to love you
as awakening as remembering

Rae Crossman