So Many Moons Poem by Harley White

So many moons dance Saturn ‘round
not counting others that abound
within the rings to planet wed,
one hundred forty-six it's said,
as if with skirts of raiment gowned.

Might we hear strains of choral sound
by stellar melodist renowned
whose airs encompass overhead
so many moons?

The grand ballet about us wound
shall ever reveries astound
ensembled where skygazers tread
with artists all from stardust bred
in whilom long agos profound
so many moons.