Napowrimo, Day 23, and it has to be about the Lyrid meteor showers. As it’s in the form of a sonnet, and today is reputed to be Shakespeare’s birthday, it also fits with Imaginary Garden with Real Toads prompt
Tiny specks of light, hip-hop through the night,
itsy tails and trails, a thrill for eyes that see.
Lyra shows her faces ~ mini traces ~
while the gibbous moon beams with shadowed hope.
Lying on the grass, the cool of moist turf,
staring at the night sky, waiting for a glimmer,
wrapped up warmly, earthlings view the heavens
and think ‘eternity’ and things ethereal.
The annual Lyrid meteor shower peaks ~ throws
glimpses to those waiting far below ~ shows
the watchers that it is so worth the wait,
the wait, for tiny specks of light that dance.
The patient watchers are entranced, and know
what it is, to see skies in their glory.
Polly Robinson © 2013
This photo is a close representation of what I saw tonight, though there were more. It took a while for my eyes to get used to the night sky, but after a time the twinkling became ‘trackable’ and these tiny specks became evident ~ marvellous ~ a true wonder. Click on the image to see it more clearly