Glad of Stars

Crisp the air
That meets this eve.
Trees stand bare
Reflecting the glint.
I look above glad of stars.
Sky free the drape of sombre mist.
Like seeing good friends I pause and stare.
The light they cast seems to flare.
Dancing figures across the canopy
Inspiring me to join them there.

Although it is rainy again here – this was written on a night when the clouds parted and I saw stars for what felt like the first time in weeks.

I am short sighted and one of the more pleasant things about it is stars are not points of light to me – they appear as figures that flicker as if dancing in the night sky. (Yes I know – when lockdown ends I will get my eye sight tested.)

Eugi’s prompt – canopy