Three twitter poems on a theme.
Moonless night,
orange sky,
packed with cloud
and the sour taste
of city waste,
but far away,
stars light up a sky
black as dreamless sleep,
and in between
peace drops,
pearls from worlds
that have yet to wake.
Against the black,
a sliver slice,
a curved pool of light,
a rent in the fabric of the sky.
We call it moon
for want of a better word.
Cold glitter falls
onto a silent land
of stone and grey trees,
where grey cats prowl,
looking for love,
pad padding
on frosted tiles,
singing their wild songs
to the moon.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
These are fitting well with my current night sky obsession. Hard to be depressed by the moon and stars. Last night the sliver of moon with Venus was beautiful in the dusky blue. (K)
That’s one of the beauties of the countryside. In town we just don’t see the stars except for the main ones. At the place in the country I spent hours trying to find Orion amid the mass. He’s about all you see looking south here.
Truly beautiful pieces, as always, Jane. Really loved the imagery you captured here!
Thank you, Shawn 🙂