Teardrops

Poetry, Weather

The thought of it just being the

Evolution of evaporation

and condensation, doesn’t

ring true with me. Up there with the

Deity, helping create the mountains and

Rivers, the angels have heard their boss

On occasion when he’s hit his thumb with a hammer

Precipitation? Maybe if you are solely a geographer

Something tells me it’s the angels crying!

Midnight Blue

Acrostic, Astronomy, Poetry

 

Midnight Salford.jpg

Salford Quays Holiday Inn, taken Late evening (p) Brian F Kirkham 2017

 

Maybe its the colour of the night sky itself

Its only when the sun goes to bed – does it appear

Dozens , no thousands of stars peppering the dark blue

Night after Night, showing planets and constellations

Inky coloured skies, occasionally diffused by sodium lights below

Great gods from Aries to Orion , telling tales in the sky

Heavens Above! It’s a great sight to watch

The constellations moving in the night sky.