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.)