And that’s it over
Moon climbs majestically
n.b. The storm clouds blown away leave the sky for a full Moon, too bright to photograph. I apologise for the poor quality of the picture.
I only went out for the
Sports Mail today. I must get out tomorrow.
In her dark absence
Myriad stars join planets
Celebrate in dance
Moon-rise lightens mood
In midst of winter’s black heart
Happy? Go, Lucky!
Wearing little but a smile
She slides off stage early this evening
Generously leaving us
The uncountable cosmic array
With all the stars of the distant past
And contemporary bright young things
But this hurried exit is not what it seems
The night threatens crystal clear cold
And she doesn’t like bitter
So she pursues Mercury and Venus
Who promise to show her a good time
Whilst we wrap up in the deep blue
Observing the space she has deserted
Late the Moon claims night
Planets trace her way through stars
Grass cut by stark shadows
n.b. I excuse my additional syllable in this attempt to capture the vision of last night’s lunar brightness and the sharpest, darkest shadows thrown onto the silvered late summer grasses in the meadow. A remarkable, naturally well-lit night.
Moonrise turns grasses to snow
Nights separate days
Dorset sky dabbed pink
Fingernail moon slips away
Slicing day from night